Thursday, August 1, 2019

Sharon visits again, almost didn't remember to write it down


 

I dreamed of her again. This time was like so many others in the past. I was with her in the house, and she was ill, bedridden, needing care. Some kind of odd shipping delivery came to the house in the middle of the night while I was out for a minute checking something outside. 

When I returned, there were boxes stacked up inside the house everywhere. By the door, inside the kitchen, spare room. Everywhere. Even outside, there was evidence of the delivery driver moving things about to gain access and to store more boxes.

Sharon was curious about all this moving and stacking of boxes and was wondering what had I ordered that was taking up all this space. And to my amazement, she proceeded to get out of bed, despite my shocked protests. 

"Are you sure you are able to do this, honey? Look at you! You are up and walking!" I was always amazed that she could walk in these dreams, and I went to steady her, but she was fine.

I got excited and contemplated all the things we would do again, now that she was cured. I told her about the boxes and how they were some supplements I'd ordered in bulk, which was why there were so many. 

But as I opened them, I couldn't find any evidence to back up this claim. I only found packing material or unrelated items, which didn't appear to substantiate my story. 

No matter. I woke up soon, and we never did any of the fun things I had assumed we would. But it was nice just having her back, even if just for a moment.

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