So when I got home, I did what I thought the best solution possible to be… I changed ino my favorite pair of extra long/extra baggy/extra comfy pajama pants and crop tank top, grabbed a tub of Ben&Jerry’s, and settled on the worn couch to watch my favorite movie, Pirates of the Carribean.

I wasn’t even paying attention to the time. To be honest, I hadn’t glanced at the time since early this morning. Sooner or later, I fell asleep with my feet hanging off the end of the couch and the half-eaten, yet completely melted, ice cream next to the spoon on the floor. The movie still running…

Part of me knew I was dreaming and was waiting for me to wake up. Even urging my mind to hurry up and realize that this was all fictional. But most of me was completely lost in this nightmare:

I was swimming in the blue, blue water only of the Carribean and he was there with me. He was holding me afloat. He said something- I couldn’t understand any of it. He then swam away taking my boat too, and I sank.