Big Girl Dreams
TEXT FROM ME:
I had a dream last night that I was in your old bedroom—downstairs—next to your trundle bed and loved being back in that memory so much that I wanted to cut a piece out of the carpet to bring back to you so you could remember, too, how we used to dream. Remember how we used to dream of what we would be?
Secret Forty-Nine, Revealed. I feel no need to be brief in text messages.
TEXT FROM THE ACCOUNTANT’S WIFE:
Yes, I do … Is this what we dreamed about? I think this was my dream, only add some heartbreak in, more kids, and less career. What about you?
TEXT FROM ME:
It is my dream too, I think, with more heartbreak and a lot less money. But more sweet surprises too.
THOUGHT OF THE DAY: Are you living your 15-year-old self’s dream? Let’s blow the minds of our teenaged selves. Let’s change the world even if it just means changing the color of our highlights. Let’s live. That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it? Towanda! The time to be happy is now.
