Day 135

I don’t wake up bone-weary from dreams of you. All I want to do is get back to my subconscious.

You visited me last night. We were together at a prom-like party or a carnival. We got takoyaki and you started speaking in Japanese. That was when I figured it was a dream, but it was okay. Ridiculous was better than separate.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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