Every morning I wake up and I have the exact same feeling of panic and confusion.
What the fuck happened? Why do I feel so shitty?
And then I remember why.
Last night I had a dream. You were standing behind me, with your arms around my waist. Your cheek against my face, holding me super tight. We were looking out the window and it was a beautiful, sunny day. We just stood there like that for what seemed like forever, and I felt so safe and so happy and so loved.
Just like I did whenever I was with you.
I woke up, and for just a few minutes I felt good. Really, really good.
And then I remembered.