Okay, the world can stop spinning now, please. I don't know if I should be worried that I still feel the train swaying. Oh well. As long as I don't crash.

At least I'm starting to feel better. I spent another day in bed. I will have to go to work tomorrow. I don't like it. It marks the end of the dream and the comeback of reality. Real life. I'd rather be sitting on the couch holding hands with Skye.

Trying to hold on to the feeling. Remembering the moments. There was one I forgot to tell about in my story. We were lying in bed, still with the lights on. And we were just sort of holding and touching and I didn't even think about it but then my arm sort of shifted position and my scars sort of came into view. They're not as big or obvious as they used to be. But they're there. And Skye just kept touching me. Caressed my wrist. Didn't say anthing. It was good. Acceptance. Just a part of me and not a big deal.

Yeah, it was a pretty magic night.

She just called me now. Skye. We can't really afford it. And it wakes up my mother. So it's not something we do every day. But once in a while. It's nice to hear her voice again. We never talked on the phone or anything before our meeting. But some things are a little easier now. A little more sure of it all.

But enough about that. I have to get off at the next stop and go to bed. Choo choo.

np: pumpkins - cherub rock (earphoria)