promptly deletes the dream. But this time I remembered a few things. Aspects. She was telling me that I had been replaced. In a very calm, sterile tone. I was more upset than I had ever been in my conscious life, kicking and crying and rejecting all of those emotionless, heartless words. She was telling me it wasn’t my fault, that she just didn’t care anymore. That she knew me too well, and how she felt like I barely knew her at all. That she had a new partner, who could do all the things I could do but better. I didn’t jerk awake. I wasn’t covered in sweat or breathing heavy. This was a slow realization that I had been dreaming. I knew I was awake before my eyes wanted to open.
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