[ WP ] You are a schizophrenic maddeningly in love with the man/woman of your dreams . But you 're becoming increasingly unsure if she 's real , or just another hallucination .

`` Adam?'' 
 
 He lowered his chin, his eyes settling on her red hair that fell over his chest. Her body was becoming heavier the longer she laid on him, but Adam could n't push her off. He did n't want to. 
 
 `` Yeah?'' he said, stroking a thumb across her freckled arm. 
 
 `` Could you stop?'' 
 
 `` Stop what?'' Adam's thumb halted. 
 
 `` Stop listening to me.'' 
 
 Adam's brow tightened, his head tilted to the side, trying to catch a look at her face. 
 
 `` Sophie, what are you talking abo --'' 
 
 She moved her body on his chest, sitting up and flipping her torso, so to gaze into his eyes. She was opening them, bringing a fist to her socket, rubbing gently. 
 
 `` Good morning,'' she voiced through a yawn. `` What were you saying?'' 
 
 Adam's eyes widened. *She was just talking to me*, he thought. *She was just... * 
 
 `` No one,'' he said, feigning a smile. `` Hungry?'' 
 
 `` I'll make us some toast.'' Sophie brought herself to her knees and climbed off the bed, exiting the room with a flirty twirl. 
 
 Adam rubbed his eyes, shaking his head, as if he had just woken himself. Scraping could be heard from the door, a knife to crusted bread, along with the clinks of mugs being drawn from the cabinet. Adam sat up and walked to the kitchen, wobbling as he stood. 
 
 `` Sophie, do n't butter it too much.'' Adam was nearing the kitchen, when the sounds dissipated, leaving nothing but silence throughout the house. He stepped through the living room. `` Sophie? Did you hear me?'' Adam put a hand to the corner of kitchen, peeking in. There was no one. No bread was out or toasted. No mugs were sitting on the counter. Not even coffee being brewed. 
 
 `` Sophie, where'd you go?'' He called out, stepping fully into the empty kitchen. 
 
 `` Adam?'' Her faint voice echoed down the hall. 
 
 `` Where are you?'' 
 
 `` Bedroom, babe.'' 
 
 *The bedroom? * Adam thought. He strode through the hallway, past the bare walls and single bathroom. As he neared the room, he called out again. `` Sophie, I thought you were --'' 
 
 He stood silent as he scanned the bedroom. The sheets were just as he had left them. Furled and twisted, the comforter on the floor, the pillows strewn about the mattress. Sophie was n't there. Just an empty bed. An empty room. 
 
 And just as he were to speak, he heard a voice bounce against the naked hallway. It was quiet, but clear. 
 
 `` Adam?'' 
 
 
 

