Dreaming of you

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.

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