In My DreamsA Story by DoveSeeing her lost Love in a Different RealityI parked my truck in my empty driveway and went into my empty house. I hung my jacket on the empty coat hanger and threw my purse on my empty bed. I clutched at my empty heart and sobbed. That night was the first night I had to sleep alone since I married my husband. Nearly the entire day I was filled with disbelief, but now there was nothing to do but face the death of my only Love. I drank as much alcohol as my system could handle, and laid on the edge of my bed. I didn't want to wake up the next morning. I didn't want to leave my house. I didn't want to see anyone. I just wanted my Love back. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes. I awoke somewhere else. Somewhere warm and sunny. I figured I must have walked out of the house in my sleep. I looked around to see I was in a park. The park he and I used to have picnics in every Saturday afternoon. I was sitting right underneath the tree we used to kiss under when we were younger. His lovely voice filled the air with my name. He stood right above me. I stood up, dazed, and he embraced me. I was overcome with joy to feel his warmth again. I looked up to see all the specks of color in his eyes. I loved the warm, familiar feeling of his presence. I wished to stay in that moment forever. But the moment was short-lived. My eyes opened to reveal that I was, in fact, still at my house, on the floor in a puddle of my own vomit. I closed my eyes in hopes that I could fall asleep and experience the same, pleasant dream. But the horrid smell of the mess I made wouldn't allow it. I went into the kitchen to get some water. I didn't feel like eating. I didn't have any work that day, but even if I did, I'd still stay home. I cleaned up the puddle in the bedroom and began folding the laundry. Every time I came across one of his flannels or jeans, it brought on one of our many amazing memories. Throughout the day, all I wanted to do was go back to that scene at the park and be with him again. I just wanted to be with him...
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Added on April 24, 2016 Last Updated on September 4, 2016 AuthorDoveMorgan Hill, CAAboutSeems I am never not busy, but I'll try to write as much as I can. I am more than happy to review poems and the occasional stories, but It's going to take quite some time if you want me to review a bo.. more..Writing
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