January 22; 7:04AM

The only light in the room was filtered by gold curtains which hung loosely against the window. We were tangled in white sheets from the love-making we just finished. He started kissing me with apprehension, softly mouthing inaudible words as we kissed; Jumbled words that formed sentences, with sound, evolving into speech, describing all the things about me he could not love.

"I can't love you anymore. Your body doesn't feel right."

I continued kissing him hungrily, trying to make his words go away. Instead of stifling his comments, they began infiltrating my mind, making me see myself as he had begun seeing me. Then I could only see my mouth, my loathsome mouth, that held the last memories I had of the man that once filled the empty space on my bed.

I woke up and went to class.