I startled awake, feeling tears on my cheeks. I was crying? Why was I crying?
"It's okay... It's okay..."
It all came flooding back.
"Oh David... David I had the most wonderful dream!"
"You did? But if it was wonderful, why are you cyring?"
"Our new house had a split-level basement!" I grabbed him by the shoulders. "We had a second basement!! We had an extra 1/2 bath and a guest room and a whole other storage room! And then you went down another small set of stairs and you got to our real basement. The one with the gravel and dirt floor and leaky walls... where all we'll ever be able to store is things in Rubbermaid containers off the floor on plastic shelves" I hiccuped another sob. "It seemed so real! Our storage problems were non-existent... there was a place for everything... I could keep all my old albums and craft supplies, but it was JUST A DREAM!!!!"
I don't know if I'll make it through this move.
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