296/365: What you don't remember, you cannot forget
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A few nights ago I had a dream I cannot remember.
I woke up screaming, with my face buried in my pillow, and stomach tied in knots.
And after what felt like hours later I finally drifted into an uneasy sleep. It's funny how something unreal can instantly turn you back into a child, afraid of the monster lurking beneath her bed.
Perhaps it's a good thing I don't remember that monster.