45 parts Complete It happened again.
I woke up tonight, gasping for air like I'd been drowning in my own mind. It's stupid, really, because it was just a dream.
Just a dream-but it felt like she was here. Kriti, with that mischievous smile, tugging at my hair like she always did when she thought I was too serious, telling me to loosen up, to live a little.
I still can hear her laugh--- so clear. It seems so real, reaching my hands towards her but only to touch the cold blanket.
I sat there in the quiet, feeling like a fool, clutching onto a memory that had slipped through my fingers yet again.
I looked at our daughter--- Ava, that tiny human being that she gifted me before she left me forever. I ran my hand through her curly hair. A butter smile spread across my face, remembering that she had the same type of hair that I would never forget.
And all I could think about was how unfair it is, how cruel dreams can be-because they bring her back, just for a moment, only to rip her away again when I wake up.