I woke up this morning, laughing. My dreams could have been stressful, babies being born as tea towels because the father was a “towel head” and cats attacking the house on motorbikes with water guns (of course cats would have water guns).
I was reliving moments over and over again. I knew what happened the first time and I wanted to have control over it; do it right the second time. Instead, I ended up making a new moment and I didn’t have any more control the second time as I did the first.
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