It’s 10:20 on Christmas morning and everyone’s emergimg after a late night last night. My mother walked into where I was sleeping to greet me but, having woken up earlier to put out stockings, I was exhausted.
My state of awareness is only notable because I was reeling from the horrific and bloody nightmare I was waking up from.
And the nightmare was so clear and real that for a moment, my fake smile, my fake happiness was the best I could muster. And this on Christmas morning.
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