I dreamt about Shawn. He appeared too real. I could see him up close. Even the pores on his face were visible. He was eating a grilled hamburger and had ketchup on his cheek. I wiped it off. I was his wife. He didn’t recognize me. I woke up sweating and breathing hard. It hurts to start the day disappointed.
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