When my alarm went off this morning and I opened my eyes, two captured tear drops spilled out. I cried in my sleep. I remember one in the series of dreams was about a day at home, and the way dreams go many various stories went on simultaneously. But only one could be the one that made me cry. I had a fight with my family, facing first my sister, then mom and in the end my dad. I chose the right painful words for each one of them, like carefully directed blows. The look in dad's eyes was too real for dreams. Once again I hurt him most.
I don't remember ever crying in my sleep before.
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