Last night I dreamed that I was at home, having dinner with my parents, when Pockets called me. She told me that enough time had passed, that she was sorry, that everything could go back to the way it was before. She came over, and we hugged.
Then I woke up.
The thick early morning fog here that rolls in off the Pacific is really beautiful.
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