Since I was a little girl, I’ve had problems with sleeping. The reason why I manage to sleep sometimes all night long, is because of my pleasant dreams…
I woke up, with the taste of his lips in my mouth. So sweet and tempting as they used to be.
The only light coming in from my window, was the rising sun. I needed a few minutes to realise, that this kind of need will remain in my subconscious and that I shouldn’t let anybody know about it.
Someone told me once, that in our dreams we see our true selves. We dont act like we usually do but in a different way, more dominant in my situation, which actually is our secret power.
I am one of those people that is always afraid, afraid of talking, afraid of doing, afraid of starting something new… But in my dreams nothing matters. In my imagination I take every single opportunity given. I don’t hesitate, I don’t humble.
I am the main character of my story, the heroin. Just like I used to be back then, with you. Maybe that’s the real reason I enjoy habits such as alcohol. And maybe that’s the reason why I visited a drug counselor.
In that case, you may always be my secret addiction.