I had such a bad night. I woke up every two hours. From dreams, from cars, from nothing and from alarm clock. I don't feel too tired right now, but I feel that I just wasn't sleeping right.
I had a dream about my family. Nothing special. But my grandad was there, and we were smiling and laughing, and we were so happy. It was so real. So the thought of never seing him in this life again feels so wrong. But I'll keep that happy dream with me.
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