I remember one thing about the dream – I was happy. And I knew that upon waking, reality would overpower my contention. I was left feeling wistful, with a sense of longing for what was and what could have been.

I remember the day, the last time I wore this skirt. I remember that same song was on the radio and it infused me with energy and positive thoughts. Something good was happening; something that I had waited and hoped for.

It felt like deja vu. But reality couldn’t be more different now.

Though dreams can be deceiving
Like faces are to hearts
They serve for sweet relieving
When fantasy and reality lie too far apart
– “Slow Like Honey”
Fiona Apple