It was a dream to begin with. I dreamt I was swimming. My brain created this image, almost a memory, of the day on honeymoon when we skinny-dipped. Then I remembered we got divorced and when I looked over at him, I saw no face. It frightened me and I woke up, still wet from the sea. I took a shaky breath and threw the covers off. He was gone. My youthful hope was gone. My libido was gone. My periods were almost gone. I felt loss, even though I had gained wisdom and candles on the cake.
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Lacey Dearie
Indie author π Blogger π» Humanities student π©π»βπ Editor of the 27th best blog in Scotland apparently π Unapologetic daydreamer π Natural introvert/selective extrovert ππ» Member of the Cat Writers Association πββ¬
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Two things- this is excellent and I felt it all. Also, only just realised you'ra a fellow Scot?