Matilda and Freya both came down at 3:38 this morning.
"What happened?"
"I had a scary dream."
"What about Freya?"
"She had one too."
It is now 5:37 and the last two hours have been filled with dreams of the two of them – coming down, then being taken back to their room which is of course a completely different room from the one in which they actually sleep. Once, Freya was there, sleeping, then awake, another time the bed – a blanket spread across the floor – was covered with legos, tiny, tiny legos that more closely resembled dirt than toys. Another time I went up there to sleep myself, and my mother was there, didn’t understand why I wouldn’t just sleep with the children, or let them be awake. Also there was a part in which I had somehow gotten pregnant and everyone knew it but me.
I did not sleep much, or well. I get crowded when they come into the bed and my sleep is restless. Of course I was also nearly falling off the bed for two hours. I like sleeping on the outside edge, but when the bed is full of children Steve’s side next to the wall has some advantages. On the other hand, I have been getting up early to write before the house is full of demands and responsibilities, so 5:37 isn't really too bad. At least this way I can be guaranteed at least another hour of silence and solitude.
4 comments:
This is creepy. I also had a dream about tiny legos last night. Mind meld!
You get up early to write? I love that. I wish I was a morning person and could do that. I would fall asleep after two sentences!
I need to start getting up early to write. That would be a far better way to start the day than a certain someone storming into my room and demanding, "We go downstairs, NOW!"
I wish I could get up early like that, but it only works for me once in a great while. Good for you!
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