I awoke & found I had been dreaming a happy dream, an experience I long for that cannot be. Odd, I continued to be happy. Is this what people feel when someone has died & in their minds they dream of meeting again to do what they used to do togidres. But my heart was beating hard, & I thought it was not good for me, so I arose, went where I could put on a light, and turned to read.
Nighttime, having take a pill to sustain sleep, E.M
misssylviadrake) wrote, 