Dear diary,
I had another dream.
I was walking home from school, and you grabbed me. You smiled at me and pulled me to your chest.
I smiled back, and you wrapped your arms around my waist, kissing where my neck meets my shoulder.
Your kisses traveled up and your lips lingered over my ear, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.
I shivered from the closeness.
"I love you." You whispered.
And then it was a funeral again, I thought it was yours. I was standing next to my mother, tears were streaming down her face.
I just wondered why? She was never your biggest fan.
It was at the part of the funeral where you could walk up to the casket and say goodbye.
I walked up, but a tall man in a black suit was blocking my way.
He turned around.
It was you. Whose funeral was I at?
I turned around and went to look for my mother. Had my grandmother died?
I found her collapsed on the ground being held by my father.
"Mom!" I called. But she didn't even look up.
Mommy. Mommy. I need you.
"Mommy? Why aren't you answering?" I tried touching her shoulder, but my hand went right through.
With shaking hands, I dodged through the long line of people, and looked into the casket.
It was me.
I'm starting to think you're trying to tell me something.
A/N: Short, and sucky. but hey. it's 2 a.m. and I wanted to write.
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