I’m asleep and I’m dreaming. The first part is important because I’m not always asleep when I dream.
So I’m sleeping and I’m dreaming and I’m sitting in a warm room with my family. I don’t know it’s a dream, though.
The room we’re in isn’t that big, but somehow they’re all there--my mom, my dad, sisters, grandparents, aunts and uncles, the whole gang--they’re all there. Everyone’s wearing knitted sweaters and drinking from porcelain mugs crafted with purposeful asymmetries. We’re all sitting on couches and big comfy arm chairs, talking to one another. It’s a pleasant after dinner conversation full of laugher and smiles.
My aunt and I both begin talking at once.
“Oh, sorry. Go ahead,” I say.
“No, no. I’ll tell you later,” she says.Read More