. . . as if to mask its dependency—losing its identity

. . . the freedom to make one right choice within your reach today . . . to choose to exert power over your present life

. . . her vacant gaze looking back at a future which had never gone beyond 24 hours . . .

I caught his eye, and held it long enough to break open a floodgate of emotions.

—like monsters under your bed, which are never really there, but very real in your mind—