I opened my eyes ever-so-slightly and I saw a bright light in the darkness. Then, flowing white robes cascading all around my blurry eyelids. I was sure I was dying and it was beautiful, though I admit my feet were a bit cold. I closed me eyes.
The next thing I know, it's 0600 this morning and somebody is crying. Time to get up and get dressed. Another school day, kids to take care of, breakfast and diapers, household chores to complete, husband to get out the door to work. I knew it must have been a dream. Too good to be true.
Standing in the laundry room (which is catywompus to our bedroom) a few minutes after 0800, I see the white robes lying in a heap on the laundry pile. I guess the brightness last night was Al flipping on the laundry room light and the flowing white robes were not taking me to heaven but, rather, were being thrown across the room to their final resting place before the washing machine took over.
Better luck next time, Sarah....
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