insomniac

You know how when you dream, the only part of your brain that fully turns off is the logic centre? I guess everything except rationality is telling me that you should still be here. Who needs reality anyway? My dreams are the only place I can see you anymore, anyway, where you aren't frozen in photographs or left on loop in one of the stupid fun movies we made. I know all your lines by now. And in my dreams, even though it's all my own imagining, you still manage to be
so
completely
you.