Some nights you’ll dream about the past. You’ll find yourself lost in a memory that never happened, questioning whether or not you want it to be happening. You won’t register that you’re asleep, and yet at the same time you’ll subconsciously know.
Some nights you’ll dream about lost kisses and past loves. You won’t know where to find yourself, because you’ll be drowning in a dream that could easily have been reality. You’ll question the validity of your memories, and the sting that they seem to have on certain Tuesdays in April.
Some mornings you’ll wake up confused, trying to remember whether or not you actually just went through the dream that left your sheets tangled, hanging to the floor, and sweat dripping down your forehead. You’ll lie there, silent, trying to figure out what day it is, breathing in and out as you try to calm yourself.
Some nights you won't dream at all. The night will stay black, until the sun warms your eyelids to a beautiful, red-orange. And you'll find it was exactly what you needed.
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