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You know how sometimes you have a good dream, not a super awesome amazing dream, but something small and warm? Something like a hug, or a down comforter, or a jacket when the wind picks up. And then you wake up, and your life is still how it was--which is not bad but not particularly great either, because you're waiting--and this dream, which was such a small comfort, starts whisping softly away. So you lie there in your bed and you almost want to cry, but everything is so silly and small that you really don't feel like you should, so instead you just get up and start your day, feeling a little bit empty throughout.
Anyway. I had so much to say at one point, but I kept avoiding making a post for some reason. I'm very bad at actually writing about the literal facts of my day or my life, I think. Which is too bad, it's not that I do anything exciting really, but it would be nice to look back someday and remember.
Well, it was just a thought.
Anyway. I had so much to say at one point, but I kept avoiding making a post for some reason. I'm very bad at actually writing about the literal facts of my day or my life, I think. Which is too bad, it's not that I do anything exciting really, but it would be nice to look back someday and remember.
Well, it was just a thought.