Heartbeats
I woke up the tiếp theo morning feeling thoroughly rested for the first time in several weeks. I was surprised that the nightmares had left me alone, considering my state of mind when I had gone to bed. I had expected my subconscious to deal with my inner turmoil while I slept, but my dreams had been unusually peaceful and non-meaningful. Normal. Just flashes of memories, colors, places, that held no threat.
I walked into the phòng bếp, nhà bếp to find that Charlie had made breakfast. Granted, it was only a ham sandwich, a bowl of cereal and a glass of trái cam, màu da cam juice, but he had tried. I felt tears...
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