I lay thinking, as I often do right before I fall asleep. Images of smooth skin, tiny teeth, fat toes, and curly hair appeared in my mind’s eyes. What was wrong with me? Why did I keep imagining a baby? I was the girl who wanted no husband and no children because I felt they were both just trouble. I’d begun to clutch our baby to my skin. Then a strong arm pulled us in. He kissed both of our foreheads and whispered, I love you. It was perfect. I was at peace.
I woke up in a fright! I’d turned over and I was sure I’d smashed my baby! Then I realized my baby wasn’t there and neither was the man.
It was all a dream.
Yet I still carry the images in my mind
that someday it won’t be a dream.