

I am sneaking around to avoid a dangerous person. I am holding a bunch of knives to defend myself, when I looked behind me at a staircase and see █████ peking their head out behind the railing. My survival dream basically melts away.
I immediately approach them, sitting on the stairs. I set my knives down next to me and go “Hiii!” and I gently pick them up. They're a baby, or really young. And I say, “I remember holding you when you were this small.”
And I just burst into tears. Real tears that wake me up and wash the dream away. I lay in my bed crying for I don't know how long. Like… legit sobbing, hard crying. My tears were thick and warm.
Ghibli tears.