The Hunt Club 121
Falling out of love is like waking up from a dream, the note says, in round writing, like a little girl’s. You’re dreaming, and when you’re in the dream everything was always that way. You always had a castle for a home, or a hundred-foot high pillar of brass in your back yard, or hands made of glass. And you cannot imagine being without the one you love.
And then when you wake up, there’s a moment of doubt, where you’re still in a castle. Your hands are still made of glass. And then you come to yourself and you feel the warmth and the blood flowing in your fingers. And it dawns on you that you don’t really love him.
That’s what it’s like.
I was in a dream where I was a goddess with a shaved head and the power to be anything I wanted, and you were my love.
And I’m in the middle of waking, and still it feels like I could be anything I like, and it feels like I still love you, but I know the truth is, here in the waking world, that I don’t.