Memory 32
I never really got nightmares about home. I tried not to indulge myself in emotions, especially when it came to the place I was forced to leave behind. Sometimes I did have nightmares. Smudges of black or fuzzy memories that flaunted with a dark edge. I kicked and mumbled (well that's what you tell me anyway). I always felt sick after them though. The manifestation of memories I would much rather do without. The night was longer and darker when I dreamed those dreams. But you gave me the space to figure it all out for myself every nightmare night.
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