I had a strange dream last night. I dreamed I saw my son. I told him how much I missed him and still loved him. I showed him all the things we had saved from when he was born. It wasn't like he was here more like he was visiting. At the end of the dream I had to say goodbye again.
It was weird, felt real, and I can't quite shake it. I guess I let my mind wander to much lately and creaky doors keep the mind awake while the body sleeps. Some dreams are in between sleep and awake, they tend to feel more real and are harder to forget. This was one of those.
Now my day is starting in a slump, not depressed sad, more lonely. Two and a half years has been a long time for me. There have been so many changes and life has moved so fast. It was strange to look back and feel it all so fresh.
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