Its nearly 2 am here. Ive been asleep. My son died 8 months ago. I dreamed I was running (very unlikely). I turned around and he was running beside me. I said Oh, Im so glad youre back, Ive missed you so. He said I know ma and ran into the distance. That was all. I havent dreamed of him since he died. I never really wanted to because I waking up would be horrible. It is. Im beyond tears. I'm the only one awake here. Ive taken the strongest sleeping pill I possess. I want to go back to sleep and forget this.
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