Dream had to go home later that day, because he was only here as a one night only special, rather than a weekend special.
Though looking through those old photos made me remember how much better my life was before Dad's accident, which meant that I wanted to cry my eyes out.
I was just laying there, not doing much, when the bedroom door slowly creaked open, Grandma sat beside where I was laying, a look of worry etched on her face.
"Lacey, Sweetheart, I did call you for dinner but you didn't seem to respond so I came up, are you hungry?"
"No Grandma, I'm not hungry, I miss him"
"I can call him-"
"No, not Dream, though I'll miss him too, I miss Dad"
"I miss him too Sweetheart, he wouldn't want you to neglect your needs though-"
"He also didn't want me to automatically go live with Mom if he died but I did, force on her behalf, though that went to pot"