This morning I woke up, something heavy hanging over me but not sure what it is. Then it came to me. The night before had been full of dreams, nightmares of death. The loss of one individual. With a feeling of expectancy.
I didn't sob or mourn, I nodded and accepted. Even in the middle of the night it seemed strange but almost too real, like if it were to happen today my response would be the same.
Waking up I wasn't sure why I was feeling bummed but then I remembered the dream. I send a text and wait for a response - the whole while waiting to not receive one. Who would I call? Nate then my dad. Then I guess Eric and try to get ahold of Paul's number. Does it seem strange that I have this thought out? I'd likely take a week off of work and have Bryan come get me, too upset to drive, maybe.
Even now my eyes well up - Whey do I get this way?
Then it comes. The Text. Assurance of a phone call. The agony is gone and relief comes...or is it the other way around?
