Last night, I had a dream about Tawnja. She was really stressed. She and James were no longer together, and she was working a job that I thought was admin, but no. She was wearing glasses and working on whatever - calculus. She said 'yeah, I've just sort of always had a gift for it. You didn't know that?' I said no.
When I finally got through the little wall she had going, she sighed and lay down alongside me, I was holding her like we were lovers and we were talking like old times. I'm misting up just typing this now. We trusted and loved each other. And I woke up thinking Tawnja. Be safe, be happy. Be safe, be happy. Be safe, be happy.
I think I dreamed who she'd be if she had had any kind of a shot, as opposed to two mentally ill parents, and a brain damage-inducing injury when she was just a child. And the bottom line is, I just want her to be happy, and at peace.
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