Dearest Pickle,
It's only been about 5 days since you left.
But it felt like months, years.
Everywhere I look at home, I saw you.
The second day you left, I seemed to hear your Meow when everyone else was talking.
And the following day, I also heard your Meow. Just once, not a lot.
But I keep hoping that I am dreaming about the fact you are gone.
Yesterday evening, I didn't have any class. I usually got some dinner and went home to watch TV with you. But I went shopping for food and stayed outside for a long while. Then I suddenly realized that I didn't want to go back to the house, because you weren't there.
Last night, I couldn't sleep because of my cold. I went to the wash room and I sort of expected you to come to me like you always did when I was using the toilet.
But you didn't, I looked over to my room and I was without my glasses. I seemed to see you sitting with you back to me and your head turned to me and looked at me like you always did.
Between sleep and cough last night, I dreamed of you again. I dreamed that I was holding you tight. And you were fat again. I am so happy this morning that I got to hold you again, even in my dreams.
I don't know how long this will go one. I really don't want to let you go. But I guess I have to somehow.
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