I flicked on the light beside my bed, waiting for my breathing to slow, veins full of adrenaline from the realistic dream. A new dream, but in essence so much the same as the many others that had plagued me in the past months. No, not a dream. Surely a memory. I could still feel the heat of Jared's lips on mine. My hands reached out without my permission, searching across the rumpled sheets, looking for something they didn't find. My heart ached when they gave up, falling to the bed limp and empty.
The narrator awakens from a vivid experience that feels more like a memory than a dream. As they turn on the bedside light, they are filled with adrenaline, trying to calm their racing heart. The intensity of the dream leaves them reflecting on the familiar feelings it evokes, particularly regarding a past relationship with a character named Jared.
In the aftermath of this emotional episode, the narrator instinctively searches the sheets for the warmth and presence of Jared, only to confront the reality of their loneliness. The moment becomes a poignant reminder of loss, as their hands return empty, symbolizing the ache of longing for something that can no longer be felt.
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