Broken Narratives: Abstracts.

“I feel too much I’m breaking my own heart.”

For some strange reason, you were beside me as I dozed off. Sleepily, I took your hand and started tracing patterns on your palm. I interlaced our fingers as I smiled. I took our entwined hands and placed it under my left cheek. I felt the mattress dip and your warmth beside me as I finally succumbed to slumber.

My eyes shot open as I woke with a start. The sunlight peeking through an open crack between the curtains.

Unlike all the other times that you would visit my subconscious, all I could feel after I woke up this time, is my heart sinking further to nothingness.