I knew it was a dream the moment I saw you.
You hugged me.
My siblings were there and your grandmother.
I was pregnant.
"We need to think about names." I said.
You nodded and smiled at me.
"I know this is a dream, this isn't real." I said sadly.
"Why don't you wake up then?" You said.
"I want to be with you as long as I can, even though I know it'll end."
We walked and I brought you to my parent's house.
I could hear footsteps and my name being called in the real world.
God dammit, I thought.
Things started to fade.
I grabbed your hand.
"Stay with me."
You smiled sadly.
It went black.
I woke up alone.
Maybe I'm not over you. Crying over dreams feels silly.
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