Taking the Scenic Route

In my dreams last night my son and I had long conversations about life. He was witty and articulate. It was a beautiful gift.

At four o’clock this morning I was awoken to him rattling the door, trying to get past the lock. He cried in frustration at not being able to get out and woke up my daughter. I got up, let him out into the apartment, and took her to try and nurse her back to sleep. She bit me.

I put her down and went to make some coffee. As I filled up the water, I realized I couldn’t remember any more what my son had said to me in the dream and I cried.

Can I go back to sleep now?