Nighmare really. I dreamt you were dead.
I know…it’s a terrible thing to say and confess.
In my dream, one of your kids called me. I showed up at the funeral. I felt out of place and stood in the back.
I know you think I’m stupid. If you’re ever in the hospital in real life, you’ll appreciate this stupid Molecular Biology drop out. Test me. No don’t…I can save you. I've done it before.
Then the procession. People walked by the casket. Open casket. We all stood in line.
When I reached you, I climbed in.
I grabbed your arms and tried to make them go around me.
It wasn't easy to get in there. I was wearing heels. And looked terrific, by the way.
It was just a dream. Don't get all crazy.
Oh, here she is again. The Golden Retriever from next door. (Like she knew I was feeling a little blue.) She's in my bedroom with a pair of underwear in her mouth. She's trying to escape to the front yard.
I'm tackling her. We're in a tug of war. "Cassie, let GO of my underwear"...tug tug tug...
She looks at me, I look at her...we both crash into the wall beside the door. Wha...now she's fleeing with my flip flop...kerplunk down the stairs...she wants me to chase her.
I love that dog.