Intimate Guardian

The apple was the start of it. The damned apple. It stared at her, watching her become more upset with each second that passed. She felt the rind in her teeth and tasted the tartness in her mouth but for the life of her, she couldn't remember getting it from the kitchen or taking a bite from it. It wasn't just the apple, of course, it was the other things, the erotic dreams that seemed so real, the shadowy stranger whose touch was igniting, the constant mental distraction that made focusing impossible. Was this what it felt like to lose your mind?