There's something about sickness dreams. They're like melatonin dreams, or nicotine patch dreams. Vivid and detailed and you wake up and have to spend a few minutes convincing yourself that it wasn't real, it didn't just happen.
The funny thing about my dreams this morning is they were all repeats of moments that have happened. so I was just reliving these moments again, but from a different angle. 
Old friends, simple embraces, weddings and yelled secrets into ears in loud bars.
I just woke up sad.
I wish that my feelings could stay consistent. That what I felt three years ago, could just be what I feel now. It would be a lot easier.
But I suppose the things that are easy, build no character. But I want to punch myself in the face for statements like that. Because I don't feel like being upbeat and whimsical right now.
It's a blizzard outside. I'm glad to be inside. Warm bed, warm sheets, cold feet. I can stay here right?