Sigh.

I saw you. Riding by on a white unicorn. Two stories high.(Where DO you get one of those?)

You looked happy.

And I wondered. What I would do to that smile if I so much as looked in its direction.

And me. Would I get a bullet between the eyes? Would you call for help, simply because I am here?

Sigh. Strange malaise. Such vivid dreams. I do hope one day that I seem less monstrous to you. It feels awful to remember what was and acknowledge what is.