I dreamt of you every night for a week straight. During the day you would not cross my mind. But in my slumber, you were there.
Walking by. Laughing. Sitting on the couch. Cooking.
Your voice would echo. Nothing was coherent.
You made your presence known in my dreams. Every. Single. Night. The only thing I ask of you is to laugh more. And to bring my father next time.
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