I woke up this morning at three after a simply ghastly nightmare in which my family and I were attacked by burglars. Made increasingly scary because, on waking up, I remembered that my family and I are in two separate houses. Not having the option of crawling into my parents' bed and being hugged by my mummy makes this experience all the more traumatising.
They say that you dream more vividly when it's cold.
“In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o' clock in the morning, day after day.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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