I dreamed of my mom last night. (Hi, Mom, if you ever read this. Love you!) I was in my little room downstairs about to watch a movie, and you were there on the couch about to watch it with me. I was going to sit on my chair but you pointed to a spot on the couch next to you.
At first I thought, "Oh, that's weird," like there was something inappropriate about such a cozy arrangement. But as I sat down and leaned myself into a comforting embrace, all that awkwardness slipped away.
I felt that everything was just right. Nothing could be more beautiful and honest than falling into the arms of the woman who bore me and gave me life. I felt like this was as natural an appropriate as anything in this world could be. I also felt like, "Damn, why have I been missing out on this my whole life?" But it didn't matter as we settled in to watch a movie together as comfortable as could be.
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