Thursday, May 9, 2013

Dreamer


When I woke up Lyla this morning, I said her name, jostled her shoulder, tickled the bottoms of her feet, said her name again, and finally she stirred, waking up instantly, like when you replace the batteries in a toy and turn it on.

"Daddy, I didn't wake up right away because I really wanted to finish my dream, and it wasn't over yet."

"What were you dreaming?"

"I was on an airplane with Strawberry Shortcake."

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