Thought I’d give it a try, Daily Prompt: Symptom here it goes:
We laughed. We cuddled. I softened deep into his embrace. His smell…My God his smell. It was an ecstasy. When we were together I felt whole. I felt like I belonged.
I smiled. We talked. I shared my darkest secrets. He was still there. He still loved me.
I dreamed. They were big too. The clouds spread all around me. The words easily fell on paper. I was successful.
I awakened. To a nightmare. Red on all the walls. Tears and mascara on my face. Chaos around me. Men and women in white surrounding me.
I screamed. I told them to take me back, to him. To my life. It would fade if I didn’t get back.
They placed an IV. A liquid entered my veins. My euphoria dissipated.
I cried. Reality returned. It was all imagined they said. A symptom.