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I dreamed about Ben last night. It’s not exactly the first time, but this seemed so much more vivid. We were out in the garden, watching Mum peg clothes on the line. He was talking to me. His voice was strange, kind of raspy like a child with a really sore throat.
Felt weird to hear him speak.
Sitting up in bed, I notice the clock on the bedside cabinet. 6:41 a.m. I get out of bed and walk to the window. It’s still dark outside. He’ll be sleeping now.
Who cares if Ben’s sleeping?
My stomach rumbles. I could eat a hundred pancakes.
The moment I stretch out my arms and yawn, I remember getting dumped by Jason last night. Maybe he texted me last night to tell me that he’s sorry; that he made a huge mistake. I pull out my phone from my handbag and straightaway I’m met with my screen-s
