sometimes the places in my dreams feel more real than the waking world. they are closer to my heart and offer feelings that regular places do not. there is a world laid out in my memory that no one else can access. it is mine, and mine alone.
in that world, my parents are still together. my mom is still alive. there is no distant step-dad or bird-like step-mom. the house that I grew up in has not changed so drastically. there are secret rooms, secret balconies, secret passages that I have to shimmy up.there are the places from my life that I have loved the most, that have influenced me, and others that I made up entirely.
there, none of my friends have left me.
there, love doesn't abandon me.
there, everything makes sense.
everything is accepted as it appears to be. all the monsters never reach me and there's always a safe place to go.
and there's always someone to hold me.
and I am not afraid.
and no one goes away.
and I don't ever wake up.
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