Second Chances

I dreamed that my husband (insert random face from subconscious) split up. He had found a trollop who he was ditching me for. I had gone over to the house we had previously shared, and she was there. We got into a bit of a cat fight, and it turns out that her ex showed up just in time to help stop the fight.

"Trust me, she's not worth it," he said, taking me by the arm and leading me out.

I thanked him and then asked if he would mind taking me out to UPS, which was apparently by Hampton High. He said he would, and we got in the car together.

The next thing I know, I woke up in the car, with the seat back. He was sleeping in the drivers side, a sweet smile on his face. I felt this rush of warmth through me as I looked at him, and could feel my broken heart start to mend a bit. As though he sensed me watching him, he awoke, and looked at me shyly.

The next part of the dream involved some strange bit about the waterfront, a dock, and lots of tourists...

posted by Lisa at 8:53 AM |