Just a Dream

            The sky mimics Monet, painted dark blue with the northern lights scourging the sky with bright mystical colors. My eyes are wide open as I am pulled into this great wonder. Waves form as I walk. Each step I take, a dozen more emerge. They extend outward, touching everything in sight. I look around me and not a single soul is present. I scream out loud, and the echoes flood the plains. I am alone. Unwillingly, I found myself drowning in a room full of tears, my tears. The feeling of loneliness runs down my face and drips to the floor, already occupied by the tears of lost and regrets, my regrets that are burning through my soul. If only If I did "this" or if I would of showed her my love, or if only I didn't neglect her feelings, her needs, everything would have been good. My eyes open, it was a dream and I am lay in cold sweat.
             Everything that could have gone wrong, smacked me in my face and left me with a black eye and my right cheek swollen with ignorance and carelessness. I glance at the alarm clock, it reads 3:43 a.m. exactly fifteen hours and forty three minutes since we broke up, or better yet since she broke up with me. How can I ever start over now? I can't just stop and pick everything up right now! I thrust the bed sheet off and it falls off the bed. The whole room is pitch black except for the moon shining, guiding me with a path of light towards the bathroom. I stand up. Pausing for a minute or so, I pulled myself together and stumbled toward the door of the bathroom. I trip and quickly I reach out and grab the first thing that my arms could reach. The handle of the door saves me and the door slightly swings open. It starts to squeak, so I grab the knob. While picking pieces of my mind off the floor, I notice the mirror, half black and half lit from the reflection off the ground that's illuminated by the full moon, staring at me through my window. Slowly I open the door, concentrating on not making another squeak.