Saturday, December 10

I wake up, and she's in my arms. I don't question it. I just lay there, holding her. It's nice. I kiss the top of her head. And then I wake up again. I'm holding my pillow. I knew it was too good to be true. I had the same dream last night, with the cemetery, and getting swallowed up. My father comes in, tells me to get up. My mother is trying out a new breakfast recipe. I get downstairs. It's not even done yet.