Last night, I had the most wonderful dream. I had dragged myself home from school after a long Friday to find Pyro sitting in my living room. He had come up for a surprise visit. And, having been filled with sickness and dread of spending a weekend alone and depressed, I felt such immediate relief and joy. I felt like it was too ridiculously wonderful to be true.
Of course, the next thing I know, the alarm is ringing to tell me that its time to go to school. I've been terribly disappointed the rest of the day. Funny how even in my dreams, I tend to be hard to convince that something will happen. I don't know why I have been so sad today. Obviously, something like that could not be true. I'm too much of a realist to ever believe that my day could go so wonderfully. However, I still find myself in a terrible slump about it. I feel hurt...even betrayed by the fact that my dream wasn't a reality. In the back of my mind, I suppose I actually had hope that the dream would happen. So, when I come home today, my disappointment increases as I realize that there is no Pyro sitting in my living room. Somehow, I still hold hope that maybe he'll head up after work. As the hours after his quitting time mount, my hope invariably rises. "He's not calling me", I think. "Maybe he's on his way up!"
Obviously, that wasn't the cause. Reality is not my dream world, and little kitsunes always find themselves at home alone on Friday nights watching reruns of King of the Hill.
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