[Locked from Hannibal Lecter, Samandriel, Verity, and the Weasleys]
Sometimes I wonder how I exist in the dreams. How she keeps breathing.
Which is weird. I've been through arguably as many awful things, and I don't wonder why I wake up in the morning. I do it for my future, I do it because I love my beau, I do it because that's just what life is.
Does anyone else find these dreams just ... exhausting?