Shadows zip around me at the speed of mind. They permeate me, weaving impossible, rapidly changing vistas from random threads of thought.
I am at home in this state, happy, in the cold of my lover’s embrace. In my little pocket of peace, I am free from the world, from pain, hate, and hunger.
But my peace is not lasting. Not this peace, not yet. A sharp knock breaks in, then another, and another, chasing away the shadows, rearranging my thoughts into coherence. Light spills into my mind, dissolving my love into smoke; I reach for him, but he is gone. Yet again.
His departure, however, causes me less pain than usual. For I will see him again shortly. After all…
I open my eyes.
… this is our wedding day.
The knocks linger even after my dreams fade away. Searching for their source, I spot a bridesmaid rapping on the entrance.
“It is time,” she says.
I know it is. I feel a surge of emotions taking hold of me;