Lush green patches stroll by as we continue down the deserted road in the monster.
The colors stand out like a pink feather against a wall of white.
I am that pink feather.
As the dawn becomes day, I give up on my fantasies and dive into reality.
Spain deforms your reality
It masks the symptoms
It's like time just stops and your previous life never happened, never existed,
was never real.
Groggy, sleep-eyed, it's hard to distinguish the dream state from the sun burning your delicate porcelain skin.