A Trip for the Lost

“Rose, your eggs are getting cold. Would you please come join us for breakfast before you leave for your trip”. Sammy jumped off my bed heeding the voice of my mom and leaving behind a blizzard of blond dog hair. Lost in a world not of my own, my eyes searched around the room and mustered the strength to remind myself that this was reality, sometimes confused and muddled with what I had occasionally read. I have to be wary of the type of novels I read because I have understood that they have a profound effect on my sense of reality. One morning I could have sworn I saw Caroline roaming the streets. My first love was a fictional character, but the feelings seemed real. I dare not tell many about these tendencies for fear of judgment and the classification of “crazy”.