Euphoria
I woke in the middle of the night, November was sitting on my chest, it’s heaviness pounding against my ribcage, suffocating my every breath. I rolled onto my back and looked up at my pale blue ceiling, the dreams swimming in my eyes were written in the paint that lived above my body. I watched as I dreamed of dandelions, of setting fire to the world below me, as the monsters beneath my bed slept soundly. I could hear the voices of the people I had dreamed of, settling into the walls around me. And so I walked, I walked into my backyard, the yellow moonlight drenched its crystal grass, I walked until my dreams no longer followed. And so I stood for the first time with my feet on the ground, and I let all the people inside me fly away. And as I stood beneath the vast night sky, I said to the moon “I feel like a girl again. Instead of the world.”
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