The alarm wakes me while I'm dreaming one of those dreams you don't immediately want to wake from. A library, a fifteen-hundred page philosophical tome, a lively discussion with a mentor and friend who comes to join you. You are glad to see each other. In his eyes you see humor, unconditional positive regard, and enduring friendship. It feels good to be together. Waking from a dream like that hurts because whoever that was in your dream doesn't exist in your life. You don't have a friendship like that. You don't actually have any active friendships at all, come to think of it.
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