I can't eat. Sleeping is fitful and filled with dreams. I woke up on Friday night at 1:20 a.m. and felt the need to check the front door for someone knocking (must have been in the dream but I don't recall). Tylor was still awake when I came down and opened the front door.
Tylor: Mom?
Me: Yeah, Tylor?
Tylor: Whatcha doin'?
Me: Uh, just checking. Did someone knock?
Tylor: Nooooo. You okay?
Me: Yeah, sure.
Tylor: Why are you up?
Me: I thought I heard someone knocking on the front door.
Tylor: If that happens I'll let you know.
Me: Thanks Bing. Love you.
Tylor: Love you too.
I did feel a bit sheepish as I shuffled off to bed again. I had this ever so small glimmer of hope that it wasn't a dream and it was going to be Steve.
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| This may be referring to biking but really it can totally apply to this too. |
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