Three months and counting

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…the nightmares.

The other night I had a dream that my plane crashed in the middle of the ocean and I seem to be the only survivor. What I thought was the rescue ship was not. Instead I found myself trying to stay in turquoise water with the body of a 16-yo girl floating an arm’s length away from me. And I thought to myself: “So this is it? This is how I’m going to die?”

You know this is not fun.