I had the dream again. The one where things are better, where it's not weird anymore, where everything makes sense and we acknowledge that although that was horrible, that's over now and it'll never be like that again. This was the longest, most vivid, most realistic version of this dream, yet. I actually looked at you and asked if I was dreaming, because it didn't seem real that it could be better; we laughed about that and agreed that it wasn't a dream, it was real.

It felt so real, and then I woke up.