I fell asleep in my bed for once, and similarly, had one mercifully blissful dream among the usual rabble of terror. It was wild and pure, and not something that I’m willing to divulge even to you, dear journal. The fading memories of that feeling are something that I’d like to hold on to, for me alone, selfishly. 

Will it make a difference as I go about my day? I don’t know… but for the briefest of moments I felt as if… …as if I understood what it meant to be… 

Well… it’s difficult to put into words. I only hope that I will remember it, and not taint it like so many other memories. I think I need it.