Sunday afternoon, I had this dream:
Cory was back. She had been...gone on a trip...perhaps kidnapped? The villain (God) had seen fit to return her, and she was home, living and breathing, warm and full of color. She moved, and smiled...walked and talked. I simply could not believe it, and leapt onto her lap right there at the kitchen table. She laughed and complained good-naturedly about my bony butt. Everything was as it had been, except that I knew she had been taken from me, and for seemingly an eternity. To see her and touch her again was my wildest dreams come true.
In my dream, I felt shy. We hadn't hung out in so long! Would she still love me the same? Would I still be her favorite person in the world? I couldn't wait to find out! I had so much to tell her.
Drinking in her features, I simply accepted this miracle of her return, and began planning our evening meal and movie to watch together.
My heart was so full, I could barely breathe.
Then I woke up.
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