the dreams
6 min readSep 30, 2019
I woke up this morning twisted around in my bed sheets. I had one of those dreams again. Only this time, it was worse.
They started in February, the day that Brandon and I got back together. I keep trying to tell myself it’s a coincidence.
We broke up on Christmas Eve, which is a shame because that’s my favorite holiday. But I’m not blaming Brandon. He said that he suddenly realized he needed to be on his own for a…