I woke up.

An early morning haze pervades throughout the room.

Slanted blinds bring light illuminating the foot of my bed.

How can one express love for the intangible?

Light finds its way in, broken and choppy it makes itself present.

A series of Lights pulsate a harmonious series of a fractured whole.

I observe it for a minute before I see the faintest sense of movement from the rays.

They were a fractured whole as I had observed before, but slowly they melded into one.

One wispy tendril of light...

I find beauty in its form. A Sense of guarantee.

Reaching for it I feel a gentle caress upon my face.

It sinks into my pores, so deep that I find myself questioning if I have ever felt like this before.

This much Love and warmth…

It holds me, as a child, in its arms.

I feel the urge to hold this intangible wisp in my grasp for as long as possible.

Waiting and holding it, I study what makes it so special?

Feeling yet another slow and strong tug within my head makes me feel exposed, but the light would have no reason to hurt me.

It finds something within me, unknown to myself before now.

Light flickers for a second then it changes.

Time seems to stop, I see it flicker yet again and form one longer tendril.

Longer, Thinner, and possessing none of its earlier aura.

The light no longer seems to hold reservations for Its intended purpose.

It drives itself into my skull. And I scream.

It has no physical body, but I am no longer disillusioned by what I thought was tenderness and love.

I feel pain explode in my brain. Quickly I struggle with the intangible form, falling off my bed and onto the floor.

The Sensation of a thousand tiny needles rifling through my brain shows upon my face.

I curl into a ball on the floor and start to twitch.

Just as quickly as it came, The light left.

I can feel the disdain radiate from it.

How could I have avoided this?

Was it unhappy with what I found?

How Stupid, why do I feel like I am the problem.

My eyes water as I consider these questions, motionless I try to find the answer to my questions.

I cry on the floor.

The heavy woolen carpet is held deep in my grasp.

Where is everyone?

Where is my roommate?

I feel the urge to Scream, to make myself known and to cry out in defiance of my situation.

I push it down and stand on unsteady legs.

The urge to cry out in hate of self and frustration grows within me with every step.

I turn back and look out the window. The light came from there…

I feel anger with myself and the wisp. Knowing I will never be the same.

Anger.

I can use that.

I give into the urge.

I scream my rage and frustration. My lost light and what came with it.

In a blind rage I rush the window.

Crashing through the glass. I grab at the retreating wisp of energy. Intent on mutual destruction.

In my final moments.

I know I missed it.

The air rushed past me as I plummeted.

I smile as my head cracks upon the pavement.

Knowing that I should have always lived the way I died.

Always reaching towards the object of my desire.

I wake up to a world of screams.