And in that foggy place between sleep and waking, he could have been anyone. That was what she liked most about him: In the darkness, he became whomever she wanted.

It's like, when someone asks you how you are and even though you want to say that you feel like shit, that you're miserable, that you cry until you gag and spend most of your time imagining ways to kill yourself, instead you just say, 'Fine, thanks.

They will stare. They will stand to the side and watch her be alone.

Some people wake up drowsy. Some people wake up energized. I wake up dead.

There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.

In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter