I am not the person who can tell you about what I dreamed the night before. I have a friend who has the most incredible and busy dream life, I wonder how she is able to get out of bed some days. Even during the nightmare weeks, I would never remember the what of the dream, only the terror. I know I dream but I can only count a handful of dreams that I remember past the morning.
Last night was my first night home alone since Mom. Zach was at the beach and Stan was at work. And in this secret night, I wished for a dream with Mom. But instead, I lay awake, listening to the sounds of my house until morning.
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