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Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirit’s well/ But yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child/ Lie to me/ Convince me that I’ve been sick forever/ That all of this will make sense when I get better/ And I know the difference/ Between myself and my reflection/ And if I try to touch her/ I will bleed/ I will bleed/ And I breathe/ I breathe/

I breathe/ And I breathe/ I breathe/ I breathe no more…

          My cell phone was singing.  My ring tone: Breathe No More.  Someone was calling.  I twisted around and the sheets turned with me.  I reached for my phone, my pale hand moving through the darkness, starkly contrasting with the gloss of my bedside table.  I picked it up and brought it to me, straining to see the caller ID.

          Michelle it read.  I could see the picture ID also appearing, displaying a close-up of her beautiful face with her shimmering green eyes.  I wondered if I should answer it.

          As soon as that thought was done being thought, the phone stopped singing.

          I stared at it.

          I let my phone drop softly and fell back into my desperate slumber.