I had one of those hypervivid, juuuuuust-before-you-wake-up dreams this morning.
I’d just given birth to a son. J was there. We were really happy.
It was indescribably awesome.
I didn’t want to wake up.
Not just because it was 5 in the morning, and not just because the dream was wonderful beyond words, but because the feel of it would follow me like a cloud all day, a memory that’s not even really mine.