my eyes strained but
the rational part of me focused on
her figure shadowed by the door.
she asked me what was wrong
or maybe she was telling me it would be okay.
in truth, i did not really believe her
rather, i believed myself when i thought
"it'll be okay"
the feeling was similar
yet still very different
i was not altogether prepared for it
but i guess we never are.
i closed my eyes
breathed
and eventually it stopped.
thank god.
edit: it has been confirmed that this was not a dream. i hadn't been sure, but it was real.
