My love

Date: 5/29/2019

Most of the time, I dream about committing suicide, being murdered, or even abused and/or tortured. However, this particular dream was different; none of these happened. In this dream, I had a loving wife whom I cared for dearly. You know how people and places in a dream appear hazy? Not this one; I remember her face clear as day. I could even give you a detailed description of her. Even more so, it didn’t *feel* like a dream. This felt *real*. Never before has this happened to me, and when I woke up I actually missed her. I cannot recall the details of what happened in the dream, and all I can remember is her.