This whole week I have had a re-occurring dream. The dream is me sitting in a room with a ghost (I can only presume its a ghost). We are in this room together. When I move it moves. When I talk it talks. It copy's me. Its really strange and scary. I wake up from this dream and I don't like this dream. I wake up from this dream with sheets that are full of stress.
Things are ok.
I am tired.
“Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”
The Beginning. The Middle. The End.
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