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I dreamed about Lily last night. It was one of those dreams where the residue of it just clings to you all day. So all day I've been sort of melancholy, missing my little girl. In the dream we were cuddling, her head was nuzzled in my armpit just like she used to do when we'd watch Star Trek: The Next Generation together in the middle of the night. And it was one of those sad, aching dreams where you think that the fact that someone has died was the dream, and the dream is the reality, and there's such relief. So you wake up so, so sad.

Miss my little flower. I think this month is 20 years since we got Lily and Rosie as kittens when my mom went on a trip to Puerto Rico. She's been gone for almost 4 years now. I guess those dreams don't ever go away. I'll probably be dreaming about her still 20 years from now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:05 PM | shower me with attention