I walked from my bed to my door, wiping the sweat off my face with a towel. I opened up the door and walked into my living room, and stared at the familiar face in my kitchen. “I’m going to miss the meeting, aren’t I?”.

Dreams like those always make me feel more alive than I ever can during the day.

Death creeping up on you, It’s what I crave, and can only find in sleep. Maybe that’s why I’ve tried to kill myself so many times.

The man in my kitchen turned around and stared at me. I was naked. Nothing on my body but my own skin.

“Keep staring, I might give you a taste.”

He was an old friend of mine, and one I knew very… intimately.

“I needa get ready for that damn meeting. I’ll be in the shower.”

I turned and started to walk down the hall, back to my bedroom, when I stopped after only a few steps.

“Quit staring. You’ve seen my body hundreds of times. What’s new this time?”, I spoke while still turned away.