8/22/20—

Haha, oh diary. I'm dreaming, is all. I'll wake up soon. Such a vivid dream.

8/22/20—

Diary. I'm in bed and she is with me. This is the longest dream I've ever had.

8/23/20—

It's 1:00. She's sleeping but I'm not. She has tear streaks down her cheeks and bruised lips from where I kissed her until I couldn't breathe. Allow me to fill you in. She came to me after work. She didn't have her ring on. She never looked at me while saying this, but she admitted that she only realized the other night the way I looked at her and how she couldn't go on with this marriage knowing that I was in love with her. It was dramatic, diary. We're not going to work tomorrow, diary. We're going out. She is my love. She is mine. What a wonderful dream. This is a dream, right? Such a thin line between illusion and reality when you're intoxicated. I'm melting. I feel her heartbeat from where I'm sitting writing this.