His hand on my neck

It’s almost two in the morning.  I have 3 appointments tomorrow and I should be asleep but instead I am having a hard time closing my eyes because each time that I do, I see him. I feel his hand on my neck.  I feel the panic of not being able to escape.  He wasn’t letting go.

What brought this on? A sweater.  Yes, I was going to wear a black sweater that has a wide turtleneck with a leather band on the side.  I put it on, looked in the mirror and all I saw was his hand on my neck.  The minute I looked in the mirror I remembered his hand reaching for the leather on the neck of the sweater when he had done on our second date at an Indian restaurant.  I can’t get the scene out of my head – I wish I would have gotten up from my seat and left.  He reached over because he was intrigued by the leather – and then the scene turns into his long arm. His hand on my neck. And my not being able to escape. It makes me feel sick to think about it…I want him out of my life.  I want a lobotomy so I never ever have to think of him again….I need sleep…

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