3 am

I just woke up from a dream I sometimes have and realized it WAS a dream….

“No, not again” I breathed into my pillow.

“Not again”

I will be heartbroken for today, I think.

Ironic that I just wrote a blog about hope being an indian giver.

I guess I shouldn’t have made hope mad because, now it appears karma has gotten involved.

That’ll teach me.

Still….

I hate it when beautiful dreams don’t come true.

Don’t you?