Night Terrors.

Dear Penny,

It was a strange dream I had last night. I was involved in a Sherlock Holmes case, which was exciting in it of itself - I screwed up the lead on my case because the mysterious girl we (Holmes, Watson, and I, in disguise) were tailing apparently figured out who we were by kissing me. She was just walking past, grabbed my head, and planted a long, wet one on me. And then later on Holmes had said she figured out it was me because of that kiss, and that our jig was up. Anyways, all action/adventure aside, the end of the dream involved me holding you and getting ready to go home - it was August 18th, 2009 in the dream - and apparently that was the day that was going to be your last. Strange, the 9th of August was your last day, not the 18th.

Irregardless, I spent the rest of the dream wishing I had some way to stop time, etc, etc. and woke up to a wet pillow. Apparently the tears I cried in my dream had also transpired in this reality.

Missing you.