Sitting, somewhere... I think "something awful just happened or is happening. I don't feel good. wouldn't it be nice if" Andrew walks in, and I ask him to give me a hug because something awful just happened. I knew it was a dream, after all, I conjured the boy out of thin air on a whim, so I was very surprised how much like the real thing it felt. I guess my subconscious kept those memories in pretty good condition. I tried so hard to not wake up, I wanted that to last forever.
My front-left tooth chips. Horrible. I look in the mirror at my mouth, somehow from below. So I can see all my teeth. They start falling out, one by one, as I stand still, gawking in slight disbelief. A second later, I wake up to him poking my hand. He helps me stand up, does a perfect little puppy head tilt, and gives me one of the best hugs I've ever had, as is usual with him.. he hugs close. I was surprised that it felt so much like a dream I once had...
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