No Ceiling

In his dream she smiled at him. That loving carefree smile that she used to give only to him. His smile. He could see her right in front of him. So real that for a moment he forgot that she was dead. Forgot that she was lost forever. Forgot that he had killed her. But as soon as he remembered that she began to change. Where her beauty used to fill him with warmth, now it made him sick with guilt. It was tainted somehow. Looking at it did not bring him peace anymore. It drove him crazy. He could not bear to look at her, but at the same time he wanted nothing more than to keep on looking at her. He tried to look away but realized that he could not turn away. Her eyes just drew her in. Her glowing red eyes. No, a voice in his head said. That wasn't right. She didn't have red eyes. She had blue eyes, beautiful red eyes. No, blue eyes. Blue, not red. She began to fade away, slowly vanishing. Everything around him began to change. He began hearing voices. Words that made no sense. Suddenly, as soon as she came she was gone. His brain, having stubbornly ignored his body till now suddenly realized how tired he was as he fell to the ground and passed out.