I woke up to the sound of strong winds at two a.m from bad dreams. My grandmother was in the hospital again, and so was I. Granny was trying to tell me something important, and we kept being wheeled down those horrible anonymous and endless hospital corridors. I do not remember what it was we said; as always with this dream, I keep thinking that I should remember, that it was important.
This is probably just the product of my stupid brain trying to cope mixed with the death of my great-aunt, one of Granny's sisters, last Friday. I don't know. All I know is that I'm tired.
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