The Dream

A few nights ago I was having a very intense dream. In my dream Jonny was screaming his head off because he had a wet diaper, and I was trying to change him and his onesy. I pulled and pulled, trying to get the onesy over his head and when it finally came off, I woke up. I found myself kneeling on the bed, with my pillow in one hand and my newly removed pillowcase in the other. I stared at both of them for a while, and decided it would be too much work to put the pillowcase back on so I went back to sleep.

The next morning Mir woke up, and her first words to me were: “What the heck did you do with your pillowcase?”