"Last night, well more like this morning since I went to bed after midnight, I had a dream about Bruno. I don’t remember very much of the dream, really. What I do remember is feeling as though I was sad and lost in a fog, crying while screaming his name over and over again and then, suddenly, I was awake and in my bed. My mouth half open, ready to yell his name again - except, I realized I no longer had a reason.
I almost yelled it anyways.”