Wish-fulfillment.

My body stopped hemorrhaging.

I have dreamt of you every night

for the last three sleeps and

it's never different.

I wake up sick and unsatisfied and like something's

missing.

My bed is three feet from the wall

the next morning, and

I have to move it back.

I'm not kidding.

I always wondered why I never wake

feeling rested.

I went to bed at eight fucking o'clock

and eleven hours later

I still hated leaving.

I don't know if I can ever

be my own again.

Even my subconscious mind

still feels like it's yours.