And they keep on comin’
I dreamt about you again.
I could feel you inside me.
I dreamt about the passion that created you,
and the joy on your daddy’s face.
I dreamt that I was in a locker room bathroom peeing on a stick, and how quickly those two lines appeared.
I dreamt that my dear friend Melinda was there to catch me when I collapsed in disbelief, because who else would be?
I could feel your kicks inside of me, unsure if you were a Samuel or a Kiva.
I felt so warm, and right, and peaceful.
And then I dreamt about aliens and a giant spaceship, because I’ve been watching too much Babylon 5 with your daddy.
And when do you think reality will catch up?
With the dream about you, I mean, because Babylon 5 is at least a few hundred years away.
I know that YOU aren’t.
Shall we meet again tonight?
Love always,
Your mommy.
