Musings of a Winter Wren

Sunday, October 14, 2007

DREAM EIGHTEEN

The Steady is going to move in with me. Perhaps this is a great decision. Perhaps it is a horrible one. I guess we'll soon see. I'm really excited at this point in time, because I like the way he smells and I wouldn't mind so much having his scent permeate everything.

A couple of weeks ago, right after we made the decision to Shack Up, he told me about a dream he had had the night before. He said I was on a ladder * and he was holding it and I fell and he cried because he thought I was badly hurt. It’s touching to think that your sweetheart would cry at the sight of your mangled body. Even if it is only in a dream.

* We were talking about cleaning gutters on the tree house.

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