Sweet Dreams

you feel. you touch. you hear. you see. you believe it is real and nothing can persuade you otherwise. you then base your efforts on your belief. you pour your heart and soul into a little jar until it is overflowing with affection. you thought that you placed this jar on a shelf up high. but, contrary to your judgment, the jar was, in fact, still reachable. you do not realize this until you watch him reach for it. you then begin to feel uncertainty. once you realize what his intent is with your jar, this reaching begins to seem like an eternity. first, you fight for it. then, you recognize that there is no reversing. lastly, you surrender your jar. you watch it leave his hand with rapid force. your little jar plunges to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. there, on the floor, lies what was left of your heart. all passion, devotion, and respect- demolished. your stomach begins to turn. you feel queasy. unfortunately, there is no cure. you are now in a dangerous state of mind. your consideration for unhealthy things has reached its utmost. you lie in bed, one hand on your abdomen, and one hand on your heart, paralyzed. “sweet dreams,” he tells you.