Yes, I had a dream. it was not as poignant and moving as Dr. Martin Luther King. Nor did this dream carry with it the passion and tenor Martin Luther imbued into his being as he spoke that famous speech. But, it was just as awe inspiring.
This morning, just before I woke up, I dreamt I woke up. It was quiet. I could hear my husbands deep breathing as he continued his slumber. Light was streaming into the windows, the white noise of the fan we always turn on before bed hummed comfortingly. It was quiet.
I was refreshed. I stopped and listened very hard…nothing. The girls were still asleep. I looked over to my left at my clock…it read…10:00AM!
I balked…could it be? Did I actually get to sleep until 10 am in the morning? No little girls screaming for attention? Had we just passed a momentous milestone and I didn't even know it until now? 10 AM! It was QUIET!
Alas, it was just a dream…"baba……Baba…..BABA!" I woke up. I blearily glance over to my left at my clock….it was 6:30am. Sigh…crap.
4 comments:
Awe...that's a foreshadow dream - 25 years from now!
You lazy-butt! 6:30 is a good time to wake. Could you really sleep until 10a.m. if left alone? That's about the time when I'm thinking about my nap.
Your Friend, m.
Ha ha Iove Mark's comment! I get up at 6 am to go to work...so I'm not so sympathetic. And knowing that we'll be up for a long time with a new baby is, again, making me not so sympathetic...but we can all DREAM ON...
God, for a second there, you had me so encouraged...
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