It is a great and terrible thing when all your fantasies of love come true. All of a sudden, you are saying things out of character, and taking risks you would have never before dared. The safe, predictable world vanishes and is replaced with a world of endless possibilities. Brilliantly new and seductively dangerous.

You find yourself stuck yet again. The same rut. The same day. The same boredom. What you need is both obvious and allusive. It is the little lightning bolt. Dangled in front of you, just out of reach. Daring you to stretch out, just a bit further, past the edge of sanity, and seize hold.

All is lost. Your strength has forsaken you when you need it most, because they are coming. The monsters of your mind are seizing this opportunity to take you down with all they have. It is too late to run, so you stand your ground, and do what you can. But you can’t, you just can’t…