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Tuesday, April 27, 2010
While sleeping this morning I had a dream that it was my wedding night. I can't remember my husbands face, but I knew that we had slept together before, and yet as it happened I cried. And because that seemed like a failure, we tried again, but were interrupted by some woman entering the room. The woman watched as we stayed, him covering my body.
What a strange thing to wake up to.