very bad dream

I wake up with a start, and shake Jeremy. “What’s the date?”

He blinks.

“What month is it? What month is it?”

“It’s January,” he says.

“Oh, God,” I say, dissolving into tears. “Oh God oh God oh God.”

I’d dreamed that I’d lost my short-term memory. It was November, and I’d missed the first year of Claire’s life. Worse, I realized as Jeremy wearily explained things in my dream, the condition was incurable. I was going to forget again, and he was going to have to explain again, and again and again and again.

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