Daily Archives: November 17, 2011

Sweet dreams

We finished reading the book and I snuggled with my son for just a minute longer.

Mommy, how do dreams get on my pillow?

I am not sure son, what do you think?

There are thoughts that come to my head, then I mix them all up and they come out like smoke. If the smoke is white and smells nice, I am happy. If it is black I have a bad dream.

I see. Sweet dreams, may they be white and smell like mint. I love you.

I love you Mommy. Super duper muper much.

Perhaps I have been looking for my dreams in the wrong place. Maybe they lay on my son’s pillow.

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