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Out of all the lucid dreams my brain could have conjured, this one is the cruelest. But I don’t wake up. He kisses me forever, and even when he stops, his hands stay around my face. In my hair. I blink. The world is the same as it was before, but the corners are not quite as sharp. A kinder, gentler place, where breathing is easier. I might be going mad.
