aaardvark

I am so evil and melancholy in my dreams. I find it very sexy and erotic, and I wake up wishing I had more time to dream my wonderful torturous dreams. Killing and fleeing, trying not to be killed. Running, yet always not fast enough, or at all. Running in place maybe. Feels like my legs are made of rubber and molasses. Being taken, caged, by strange men who want to do horrible things to me for reasons I am unsure of. Demons and monsters, constantly fighting. Sometimes on the the side of good, sometimes not.

Oh how I wish I lived in my dreams.