She wasn't real

"The night is beautiful" you think to yourself. The image of her disappears into the night and you lay unable to move stunned by her beauty. you call out her name only for her to not hear it. your mind is playing tricks on you as you belive the sound of the wind was her whispering our name. a solitary tear slides down your cheek and you hear nothing. she's gone to the darkness, the shadows that swallow her and keeps you from finding her, panic sneaks up on you as you regain the ability to move. YOU RUN AND RUN THROUGH THE DARKNESS SCREAMING HER NAME. FRANTICALLY SEARCHING YOU SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM...... but there is nothing she is gone she is no more the reality you knew was your reality is gone. gone as she is..... wake up, look around, familiarize your surroundings, nothing, no more. your home none of it happened none of it was real. she wasn't real.