Tonight I need to go back to fantasy. Reality is too much.
I hear “Impossible” sung by Sacha & Daniel in my head. “I would sell my very soul…” Did you?
They worked so hard, all my doctors & therapists, to bring me out of my fantasy world into reality. To teach me to see the world around me, to experience the now. But now I can’t seem to get back.
I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to feel this. I want someone to write to, someone to talk to in my head, something to look forward to when I’ll see one of my fantasy people and get a recharge of hope again. Is that too much to ask? What’s wrong with fantasy?
Guided imagery, hypnotic pain reduction, meditation. It’s all fantasy. Why not me? Give me back my fantasy.
“Impossible” is intertwined now with “The Work Song” from Cinderella – the song the mice sing while sewing her dress.
© Michelle Routhieaux 2010