You know that feeling the morning after someone dies or something terrible happens? For a split second when you wake you don’t remember it happened. You think it must have been a dream.
Yesterday morning I lay in bed and imagined every parent, sibling, grandparent, and friend forced to experience the wretched realization anew, and I cried.
By the second morning, though, your body knows. You wake with dread.
(Source: nomadsoul)
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