I Don't Want To Wake Up. Still no sign of him. He didn't come as my Aunt said he would. So now I am rethinking my accusing Yoghurt of lying last night might be a mistake. Darn. I dreamt of him today. He came back. I hugged him. Smelled him. He felt so real. So sleek. Smelled like he always did, stinky. He mew out of satisfaction. And then, I woke up. Such short-lived happiness. I wish to have the same dream again. But I want it to never end. I want it to be real.
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