This morning I dreamed Jane. I had been dozing, sleeping not very well. In my dream, Jane and Tyl were with me. They were goofing about in an alley. Jane was swinging a bottle from her fingers and then threw it along the alley. She hurt her finger. Then she was standing up looking at her hand held in front of her. I went up to her to comfort her.
As she looked at her fingers, Jane said, “They look like my fingers”. I think I just knew that the rest of the sentence was “even though they aren’t really”. I think the pain in her fingers was gone by that stage, replaced by something bigger. I wrapped my arms around her and held her and she nestled into me. Jane felt and was just how she was. Vividly real, present, alive in my dream.
Then my damned radio alarm turned on Morning Report.