Thunder Bolt

It hit me in the middle of the damn day like a freight train going ninety miles per hour while sitting at my quaint office desk. Starting off as a typically normal daydream until you invaded the iridescent imagines in my head. Turning my thoughts taboo and dangerous. An excitement surged in me like nothing I've experienced. Still, I allowed the scenes to play out in my head, thinking what's the harm indulging in your imagination for fifty-three minutes. Not like I had much work and time seemed to be on my side. Only, thinking of you didn't stop at those fifty-something-almost-and-hour minutes. Oh no, it escalated into those daydreams in tiny intervals.

My naïve nature tainted by my own sinister desires caused conflict between my thoughts and real experiences. Leaving me in this ugly limbo of being what you craved and what you couldn't reach. That's a lie. You did reach me, not physically not. Something worse, something much deeper and deathly. Touching my soul with your bare hands, I fluttered like a bird, thinking your gentle fingers to be harmful. That's my nature. To run. But why should I run? There's a million reasons I could run, the problem is I can't. It's my worst nightmare.