Every time I drifted off to sleep, I dreamed the same dream. Myself, sitting on a mountaintop, a beautiful sunset before me, a more beautiful woman by my side, a feeling of happy contentment washing over me.
And every morning, I woke up angry it wasn't real.
But that anger motivated me, enough that I sought to find that beautiful woman, find that mountaintop, get there on a beautiful clear afternoon.
And with a lot of work, I did, I found them all, and experienced... Nothing. No feeling whatsoever.
I knew the benefits were worth the efforts, but still, disappointing.
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