Sometimes, when I listen to music, I get these flashbacks to
a different time and place, of a world that I know doesn’t exist, but for a
split second it seems so real…
When I listen to this song it reminds me of a dream I once
had. I remember it was night time, in the winter, I was little… it might have
even been Christmas eve. My family was all in a car together, everyone was
quiet, and I was sitting in the back of
the car with a present on my lap, all wrapped up with a pretty bow on top. We
pulled up to this this beautiful old house that looked like something out of a
Trish Romance painting. It was snowing and the house was lit up beautifully
with Christmas lights. My dad stopped the car, dropped only me off…and drove
away. I remember standing there in my frilly dress holding the present in the
snow all by myself staring up at the big house, I started to walk towards it…
and then I woke up.
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