Last Sentence Exercise

I am not doing well. As each day passes, I fear more and more that I am slipping out of madness. I just recently learned that I was insane to begin with, but now that my hallucinations are becoming less frequent I realize that I have always enjoyed it. My involvement with reality began on a brisk winter night. I had been discussing matters of time and the universe with my sweetheart when, suddenly, I had a brief moment where I felt as though I were not conversing with anyone at all. I have always said her love was too good to be true, but I never meant to imply that it might be false by saying it. At the time I dismissed the sensation as some twisted form of déjà vu, but I would soon learn it ran much deeper. It was several days later when I experienced the phenomenon again. I had just sat down on a park bench to enjoy a cup of my favorite pistachio flavored ice cream, when that feeling of something amiss came over me again. For just a split second, I thought I might not be in a park at all, but alone in a cold room. Needless to say this killed my appetite and I was unable to finish my frozen treat. As the days wore on, I began to grow increasingly paranoid of my surroundings. What was real? Who was real? The questions plagued me during every part of my daily life. I might cheerily climb out of bed and brush my teeth in my spotless bathroom, only to spend breakfast bedridden and obtaining my meal through a tube in my arm. What is this world that lies just outside my consciousness? While a have always walked with a spring in my step I now ponder whether or not I have actually walked at all. People on the street are always offering me their assistance. Is it because I am unable to help myself? Time will tell. I feel that today is the last day. I spent almost the entire day in bed, someone’s bed, watching the situation comedies on the television. They are new to me, but at the same time I feel like I know them. The way people interact, the things they do, have been a part of my life always. Now, however, I have been offered a small moment of relief. I am in my favorite spot, a cliff overlooking the ocean. It is nighttime, and the moon washes over my picnic blanket, bathing everything in its silver glow. Now I am just waiting, waiting to begin my new life in a new world. A life that is perhaps near its end. My love was here earlier. I told her that I would always love her and be there for her, whether I was around to tell her or not. By then the sun was setting, and my heart sank with it, so certain was I that days like today were over forever and tomorrow’s sun would light a world so changed, at least for me, that I may not recognize it.