I dreamt of you again this morning. Both of you. This time, it was pleasant. You both were busily getting ready for a play. Costumes were everywhere in the room. They were the type of costumes one would wear in an English play set in 1850 perhaps. I felt the smooth silkiness of the man's tight jacket. The peacock feathers on the womens' hats made me sneeze.
You both were happy to see me. There were tears of joy. From me, tears of remorse and relief. Forgiveness was given all around.
Oh, how I wish that were true.
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