Dealing

A Story by Nyu

I woke to the pink strands tickling my face, their edges glowing yellow in the morning sun.
The stare of her smooth grey eyes opened mine. I laid there, sick, weak but loved...
by the girl with hair of strawberries.
She healed my head with the lightest touch and my insides with her warm laughter.
The straining light pierced through this...and changed it to what it had been all along.
White walls, blackened by time. The screen feeding me those fantasies.
So that stepping into the world becomes harder then dealing with my own worthless self.