Chandeliers

Last night, I dreamt about my ex-boyfriend and his mother. Her and I were in a huge, beautiful fancy house. The air was thick. It was heavy like swamp mud but I didn't say anything. A party was going on somewhere in the house but I was led to a different room. It was a room with extravagant furniture and chandeliers that took up half the ceiling. They were so mesmerizing and intricate that I can still see them. This time, the focus of the dream was on my ex. He died and we were trying to contact his spirit to figure out what happened. He knocked on tables and shook the majestic chandeliers. I kept wanting to leave but when I tried, I was snapped back like a rubber band. We coaxed and begged him to try to speak for what seemed like hours. He only said one thing. Right when I was about to leave, I felt him grab my arm and whisper, "I love you". Just as I heard the words, the rubber band tying me there snapped. And instantly, the room became weightless.. as if it always had been. I woke up heartbroken.

Today, has been another good day. Today, I am grateful I don't want to use. Today, I don't want to make sense of my dreams.