I dreamt you had a sister. She was tiny, but rambunctious as I’d always believed you’d be. I watched her climb on a set of shelves. I don’t know why I thought it cute. She fell.
I never dream about you. I think about you constantly, but never dream. In this dream, I was heartbroken. She wasn’t even real, but she was so real to me.
I packed some of your things yesterday. It’s a little like saying goodbye. I will never be ready to lose you entirely. Or even a little bit. I can’t stand that you’re gone.