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And it continues…

Unsettled, she shuffled in her sheets before reluctantly getting out of bed. She dreamt about it again last night. 

About them. 

Who was she more upset with? She never did figure it out, but what she did know was that this morning her heart was pining for them; both of them. How disturbingly wonderful it was to have been able to communicate with them in her sleep. To have heard their voice and held them close enough to smell his cologne and her freshly laundered clothes. How wonderfully torturous it was to be close to them again..