I had a dream last night, and woke up sobbing. OK, it was a morning dream.
I'd dreamed that I'd visited Alice in jail. The walls were stale yellow, as was the lighting. I sat at a table in some kind of holding cell, waiting for her.
I had sent her a letter about how much I love her, and how much I know she loved me. A guard came up to me and said, "She got your message." Hearing this, I was overcome with relief, and gratitude. Hence the waterworks.
But in that moment I was also worried about how she would rehabilitate after being released from prison.
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