Dream

I thought i had escaped dreaming in my hiding out today, but my child asked if i dreamed, and suddenly i remembered, yes, i had. I was going to a fancy dinner prom type event, i think it was high school oriented, anyway,  i know I was wearing a beautiful dress, silky and flowing, navy and white, it seems like. Well, at some point I was seated besides this boy that took up entirely too much of my thinking time as a girl, and he was as handsome as ever, nice and neat. Somewhere along the way my dress ripped, and I had to tie part of it around me to keep it on. Mr. W. helped me when it needed attention. 

So, I might as well go stare into a cloud because I have no idea about a thing in this world. I suppose it is a step up from having your dress simply disappear in a crowded high school cafeteria.