Early this morning I had a dream. I thought what if instead of you being dead, you were alive? Then, your dead body came alive. I was dancing with you on the couch, you were wearing a green onsie, and you were giggling again. I thought to myself, your body feels so real. Your body did really well even after all this. Your daddy walked out and was setting up a stroller for you. I told him that this was just a fantasy and it wasn’t true but it still felt so real. I tried to phone your grandparents, and the phone operator put me through but someone named Drew answered instead. I hung up and woke up.
I miss you every day.