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i woke up screaming, drenched in sweat. My throat was dry and my voice was coarse. Trying to think back to my dream, but all I remembered was a scorching heat and distant screaming. My thoughts got interrupted by a coughing fit, and i reached for the bottle of water I always kept nearby. There was nothing there. Fumbling around in the darkness I found nothing. I rolled around to turn on the light, but there wasn't one. I wasn't in my bed, there was nothing around me. "Hello?". Noone answered. "Where am i?" my screams echoed through the vast, black, void surrounding me. I curled up in a ball, it was freezing cold here. Tears were rolling down my face. "Where am i?" My screams turned to whispers.

 "You dont remember?" I jumped at the soft, unfamiliar voice, looking around trying to find the source. "You left a candle burning. They don't like it when you leave them burning". It was coming from right besides me. I saw him now, his dark fur camouflaged in the nothing. "If it makes you feel any better, your family woke up from the alarms" The little strange cat sat next to me, but i had never felt more alone. I hugged myself tighter, shivering. "W-why is it so cold here?" He never spoke again, but the immense silence gave me my answer. 

"Feelings are fatal."
That's what they say, right? There's a sense of loneliness I feel, or is that just the temperature that Autumn brings when I wake up on such a chilly day? It's another one of those days, subzero temperatures and here I sit, staring out of my window with complex feelings. Where did this all begin, you may ask? Out of every question I have to ask myself, that's the one I can never solve. There it is again, the complexity. I have tried to put together every piece of my life's puzzle together, and yet- the closest I can get is to seeing you haunting my dreams. A black cat is the representation of your consciousness roaming around freely alongside mine. With a single drag of my now crumbling cigarette, I blow a plume of smoke towards my window, watching the orange leaves floating by with that gentle breeze. In that moment, something catches my eye. The fluffiness of a black tail flickering directly into the view of my dull perception. Could this be? It's been years since you and I have even had a moment to collaborate with our emotions. That palpation in my heart turns into a rush, the window seems like it's as far away as ever. I keep approaching and yet, it never ceases into my grasp. I pause, a burning sensation begins to rapidly form on my hand. Looking down, some ashes of my cigarette that lay upon my hand send me back into an unembellished reality; there was no black cat, I am still in my seat. That is when I remember, feelings are truly fatal.