Dreaming

I’m in a dream. It’s a bit cliche, but it works for me. In this dream, I can practice telling the truth. I can tell them about all my mistakes, and how I’m so sorry, and please don’t be disappointed. Their faces morph a bit. I explain and explain. But I think I’m just repeating myself. Dreams are like that. I don’t know what else to say. They don’t either. They just hold my hands. I wish I could feel it, but it’s hard to feel in dreams. I’m confused, but not scared. I feel free to explore my wavering surroundings. Because nothing here is real. When I wake up… This dream will fade quickly. In a week or so. Which is when this dream will end.