The clouds create the fog but you can’t see all the clouds themselves (You just know it’s there) or anything beyond them.
That is what she was like to me. I could only see her face and feel her voice but couldn’t see much beyond that.
I couldn’t see who she really was
nor could I see anything else around me.
This fog was like some sort of medication that when inhaled was the best pain killer, leaving one with a feeling of euphoria.
The side effects though . . .
were worse.
I came down from the medication only to experience the cold sickening hangover of reality.
I missed a stop sign once while driving in a thick fog. I drove up a hill and found myself, heart pounding behind the wheel, in someone else s front yard.
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