I remember how pitifully hard I wept at the hour of five before daybreak, staining my pillowcase with tears. Dreams are often cruel in the way they become so realistic, how they give you everything and then take it all away in an instant. This particular dream had taken her from me once I truly believed I had her again. I remember how sweetly she woke me upon a surprise visit in that darling dream, and how comforted I was to be near her again. I remember the pain upon waking and being lied to by fiction, shedding tear after tear for what I had lost once more.