Dream

[gram_negative]

In my dream, Janice and I had broken up, and I had moved out of our apartment. At the same time, for some financial reason, my parents had lost their home, but my father had quickly and ably found another place for them to live. In fashion typical of my father, the entire family was relocated and the house was empty a few weeks before the actual

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[abulia]

=(!

[gram_negative]

I know. I actually cried. Cristin was home sick with the flu, and she came downstairs, while I was posting.

I blew my nose and pretended it was allergies.

[intransphonemia]

That's a beautiful story.

[belgarath42]

Oh, I dunno. It's sad that you woke back up and couldn't keep her still. It's sad that it wasn't really home anymore. On the other hand, you went to your childhood home and found a thing from your childhood that both loves unconditionally and is in need of a kind of love and care that you're able to provide. And it soon became apparent that two alones together aren't as lonely. I mean, it's not my dream, obviously, but it seems kind of warm to me actually. Cathartic, even.