Not so long ago I was inflamed by a dream gone awry. I was consumed with a passion, no: an illusion; fervent and vivid. In the darkest hours of night the boundary between reality and mirage blended into an obscure shadow. The first light rays of dawn was my saving grace. Hot tea in hand watching a new day arrive, I would stare into the very heavens, hunted by my own construct.
I had never known dreams to be bad things. I had been encouraged since infancy to dream big and go after my goals. What exactly was wrong with this dream of mine? I couldn't have told you back then. It's taken me years to piece everything together, and it's still foggy. The one thing I can tell you, I met my illusion in August with the beginning of my sophomore year in full swing.
My illusion seemed to be carved out of David's very same marble. He was a full six foot five inch splice of man caught somewhere between adolescence and adulthood. Sandy blond hair and piercing glacier blue eyes drew all attention from his button nose and oval jawline. However the most striking feature by far was his smile. His toothy grin was earnest and friendly. It made me appreciated and uneasy all at once. His name was Alex.
I remember walking back to my dormitory thinking back through our rather limited conversation and reliving the highlights. After arriving, I called my friend Brett to find out if everyone was meeting up for dinner. Wednesday night went the same it usually did. A bunch of us met up for dinner, talked and ate too much and then spent the evening working on homework while watching crappy television shows in the background. The earth hadn't moved, the sky hadn't opened up nor had stars exploded across the night sky. I had no warning for what was to come.
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