I can't remember the details of last night's dream, but I remember this: I had on the most coziest, comfiest, softest, most perfectly slouchiest oversized sweater of all oversized sweaters engulfing me and my body.
I woke up this morning and the realization that I actually don't own said sweater in real life almost made me whimper. Sad. I honestly could have lived in that thing, cuddling with it forever. (Or at the very least, just through the winter when Manfriend's away on yet another business trip.)
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