My head is fuzzy, bubble-wrapped for safety.
There are no substances in my bloodstream
but I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.
I’m safe. I’m finally (finally) safe.
The panic is a distant memory.
My breath no longer hitches.
I realize you are a real person,
but I’m no longer convinced we ever met.
The association between us
is light-years away.
And I swear, I can accept this.
I choose to live in this ignorant bliss.
