Nightmare

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My 15-year-old son hugged me yesterday

My teenage daughter begged me for a bedtime story

My husband and I started sleeping in the same room

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I've lost my racist grandmother's ashes and my tax reports

the dress that made me look fat

I have no dishes to clean or dinners to cook

My husband doesn't interrupt our meals by yelling at the tv

I don't worry if my daughter is texting naked pictures to her boyfriend

Or fight with my son about doing his homework

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My nightmares have all been washed away

and replaced

by an enormous lake of dirty water


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WhiteHat

WhiteHat

This conveys a very strong feeling of shellshocked trauma. Very good!

My sympathies to anyone for whom this is firsthand experience. :(

  • #3004 Posted 1 year ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Very very true. Family is important and keeping them alive is paramount. The other things that distracted you seem trivial in comparison. What kind of life would you want to go back to? It's the ultimate, yet tragic, restart button.

  • #3007 Posted 1 year ago
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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

Potentially chilling.

  • #3027 Posted 1 year ago
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