Last night I had a dream that I went to the beach. My body was weightless in the water and quite comfortable. At some point I realized that I had left Hammy in a stroller and thought to go get him. As I walked back to the stroller I thought, It feels nice to wear a swimsuit and be weightless.
Some point, not much longer after I found Hammy waking up ready to play, Danny woke me up. for real. And the breakfast he offered me was a sandwich-- that I thought was ham and cheese with mayonnaise. It wasn't. It crunched. Before the flavor hit me, I thought at that point it was egg-salad with chopped celery. But then I remembered that we don't have celery and Danny needs to buy it today and that's why there's a bowl of boiled eggs and a bowl of boiled potatoes in the fridge un-assembled into the potato salad I really wanted it to be last night. So anyways, the sandwich crunched and I felt violated. Have you ever bit into something expecting a certain taste and it just wasn't it? Well, it was peanut butter and honey. Crunchy peanut butter.
Anyways, I was grateful that Danny made me breakfast but so sad that I wasn't weightless anymore.