Up until last night, in all of my dreams (nightmares) about Lincoln and Annaleise have always been about the night I lost them and coping with the loss of the pregnancy, them passing away, and them being gone forever.
Last night I dreamt about them being alive and at home. They were happy and sitting in their swings. Bittersweet, the dream was happy but painful all at the same time. I remember the happiness and joy I felt in the dream. Will I ever feel that way?
This has made me a little more sad than usual today.
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