The one reoccurring dream

Not really a dream more of a memory, 

It's like a dream because I "remember" it every night, 

It's a sad one,

 I just can't get it out of my mind,

I don't really like it,
It happens just before my parents divorced, 

I wake up almost every night mind racing,

My face cold as ice,
wet with tears,

People ask me what's wrong,
When they see me sad,

 It's just too hard to speak about it, so  I just don't tell them,

I don't like talking about it, but I'll tell you now 

I was two when this memory was made so I might mix up the story a little bit 

Were walking down a cliff to a beach,

A dog beach,

I can feel the wet damp cold air all around me,

I have my mom next to me, on my left, my dad on my right 

Holding my hands because I'm so small I never been so happy in my life,
it was so perfect,

I loved how we were all together happy,

We had our little puppy,

He was just a couple of weeks old,

So cute and small, 

I never can get that little guy out of my head,
That was the last time we were together when I was little