Every night since the day my cat, Reagan died I've had dreams where we find her outside alive and well and realize she was never dead to begin with.
I really hate waking up from these dreams... but I'm coming to think of them as little visits from her. I get to pet her and hug her and it feels so real.
Thank you, God for these dreams.
5 months ago
I reside in dreams. Even while wakeful, my heart yearns for the unreal. In mind and spirit, I dwell in a world of imagination, whimsy, magic. If only my wings were strong enough to take me there, to free me from my cage of reality. One day... One day, I'll fly away.



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