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You walked barefoot across the slightly damp grass of your back yard. You couldn't sleep, and you could see the morning light already starting. It was your favorite part of the morning and night. You didn't sleep at all, staying up thanks to the event you had cleared your schedule for. You sighed, kicking up some of the grass, feeling the heaviness in your chest you usually felt. It was suffocating, even in the clear, light morning air. You sighed again. You took your hand out of your warm pocket, and rubbed your eyes. This was the fourth night you haven't slept the usual six hours. You kept waking up at thirty minute intervals, getting annoyed. The drugs to help you usually sleep didn't help at all. The dreams kept you awake.

You went back inside, glancing at the clock. Six in the morning. You smiled wryly. It started at eight, and most of your family members would be there. None were your age. They were mainly worried aunts and drunk or soon to be drunk uncles. All of your cousins had moved to far away to make it. You went to your closet, still deep in thought, habitually putting on your formal attire. It took about fifteen minutes. You went to your kitchen, figuring you would eat a little of something before you went. You opened the fridge. Nothing looked appetizing. You remembered what the person the event was for always said to you. 'Eat, you might find yourself liking it and thanking me for it later' they said with a winning grin. You had always eaten what they made.

You walked into the catholic church and hour later, glancing at all of the faces you had seen all your life. You put your hands in your pockets, a habit you picked up from the person, from your person. You walked down the isle, going past flowers that were bright, that had been set there by the curator. You again smiled wryly. That person had always loved flowers. There were a few steps to go up to reach it. The line of relatives that were passing by it opened up a space for you. You looked inside the open casket. Those eyes that you always remembered were closed, looking like they were sleeping. You knew better. They were sewn shut. You reached in, running your fingers along their cheek. It was cold. You turned away quickly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I would like to say that, instead of being sad on this day for...oh, what the hell. I would be crying my eyes out if they hadn't taught me better." you said at the podium. "I say we just move on with our lives and coup with it the best we can, and just cherish the memory they left behind. You know that they wouldn't want their death to interrupt your life. Just...stay happy. That's all I know they would want me to say." you said, smiling even as tears ran down your cheeks. You thought, instead of being haunted by the memories, keeping you awake, you should think of them as happy dreams, and fall asleep with a smile on your face.

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You walked barefoot across the slightly damp grass of your back yard. You couldn't sleep, and you could see the morning light already starting. It was your favorite part of the morning and night. You didn't sleep at all, staying up thanks to the event you had cleared your schedule for. You sighed, kicking up some of the grass, feeling the heaviness in your chest you usually felt. It was suffocating, even in the clear, light morning air. You sighed again. You took your hand out of your warm pocket, and rubbed your eyes. This was the fourth night you haven't slept the usual six hours. You kept waking up at thirty minute intervals, getting annoyed. The drugs to help you usually sleep didn't help at all. The dreams kept you awake.

You went back inside, glancing at the clock. Six in the morning. You smiled wryly. It started at eight, and most of your family members would be there. None were your age. They were mainly worried aunts and drunk or soon to be drunk uncles. All of your cousins had moved to far away to make it. You went to your closet, still deep in thought, habitually putting on your formal attire. It took about fifteen minutes. You went to your kitchen, figuring you would eat a little of something before you went. You opened the fridge. Nothing looked appetizing. You remembered what the person the event was for always said to you. 'Eat, you might find yourself liking it and thanking me for it later' they said with a winning grin. You had always eaten what they made.

You walked into the catholic church and hour later, glancing at all of the faces you had seen all your life. You put your hands in your pockets, a habit you picked up from the person, from your person. You walked down the isle, going past flowers that were bright, that had been set there by the curator. You again smiled wryly. That person had always loved flowers. There were a few steps to go up to reach it. The line of relatives that were passing by it opened up a space for you. You looked inside the open casket. Those eyes that you always remembered were closed, looking like they were sleeping. You knew better. They were sewn shut. You reached in, running your fingers along their cheek. It was cold. You turned away quickly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I would like to say that, instead of being sad on this day for...oh, what the hell. I would be crying my eyes out if they hadn't taught me better." you said at the podium. "I say we just move on with our lives and coup with it the best we can, and just cherish the memory they left behind. You know that they wouldn't want their death to interrupt your life. Just...stay happy. That's all I know they would want me to say." you said, smiling even as tears ran down your cheeks. You thought, instead of being haunted by the memories, keeping you awake, you should think of them as happy dreams, and fall asleep with a smile on your face.