I had a dream this morning. It left me a harsh, cold feeling. Not quite a nightmare, perhaps a regret?
I am usually unshaken by dreams, but I couldn't shake that feeling long after I realized I was awake. I wanted so much to go back to it, to make it real. I woke up with such a lonely feeling glazed over my nerves. I didn't even want love, just someone who I could relate to, who would hold my hand or wrap his arms around me. It wouldn't have to mean anything. Pretending is almost as good.