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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