I had a dream about you last night. You looked like you did before you got sick. Your hair was down and you were sitting on the edge of your bed in your bedroom. I just ran to you and threw my arms around you and said, "I can't believe you are here!" I couldn't let you go. You seemed so happy to see me.
That was the best part of the dream, then all of a sudden Coach purses (which you would NEVER spend the money on) were all over your bedroom and to top it off, you said they were yours! When I said, maybe they are Brenda's, you scoffed at me and said, "No, they are mine." You went on and on about how upset you were with dad.
It was definitely a weird dream; I'm not sure where the Coach purses came into play, but I loved seeing you and wrapping my arms around you.
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