When I dream, things are usually a little bit better. Well, who am I kidding; it is usually everything I want. I often dream I am up in Seattle again and I can almost feel the cold air touching my skin. I can almost breathe in the fresh air. He is always the one that I want to see, which makes sense since he is whom I miss most. Sometimes, during the bad dreams, I will be up there visiting and trying so hard to get a hold of him; I wake up before I ever do. See, even though those dreams don’t end up like I wish them to, it is still a little bit better than my reality because I am so much closer to him. The best dreams are the ones in which I am with him with no intentions of ever coming back down.