Last night I had the weirdest dream.
But it’s not because I seldom dream of her. In fact, she’s often the monster of my nightmares. But actually this time it was I who was attacking my abuser…
And it didn’t feel right. It didn’t have the sweet taste of revenge I often thought it would have.
It’s noon now and I’m awake, and I still feel that painful pang in my chest.
Maybe my conscience has more goodness than I thought it had.