My knees buckled.  "You’re dead! How did you get here?"

Nonchalantly, as if this happened on a daily basis, "SheBear I came back to you, it was horrible there and very boring"

"Drew, its impossible.  You died.  I have to be dreaming.  Why are you here?"

"You’re not dreaming SheBear, I’ve come to make you a Mommy again.  Kiera is with me"

He moves out the way, and right behind him stands a little girl with red hair and blue eyes clutching onto the teddy bear that I had given her four years previously, a teddy bear that at that moment was safely locked away in a cupboard nowhere near here.  "Heyo Mommy – I mithed you"

I jump off the bed and back away, Andrew, my dead boyfriend, is standing in front of me holding my dead daughters hand, and smiling. 

Suddenly, way before I even wanted them to, they fade away and I open my eyes to the sound of thumping floor boards above me.

I’m not sure if it was a dream or a nightmare.  I’m still cold inside.  All I do know, is that it left me with goosebumps on my arms and a smile on my lips.

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PS: Today will be my last blog post for a while. At least a week. Don’t you fuckers forget me, you hear? I will be taking a little break (unwillingly – see bitch about laptop issues earlier this week) so don’t be shy about your visitations while I’m gone. It’s weird to think the next time I will be writing will be in Cape Town.