Last Night...
Last night I ran around Walmart, searching for bottles and coats. Last night the power went out while I shopped. Last night I was handed a baby girl, my little Marie Ann. Last night I held her twin brother, not Konrad. But maybe John? Last night I wondered how I ended up in this dilemma. Last night I wondered why I hadn't gotten a baby shower. Last night I had 300 dollars to last for two months. Last night, I had nothing for my twins. I grabbed books and clothes and blankets and binkies. I stressed over every thing my twins could need. Last night I had only carseats. They slept in the car while I shopped. I knew they were hungry as I checked every tag. I knew. I wasnt prepared. Last night this was only a dream. Last night, my brain worked it's way. Last night I held my future twins in my arm. But too early. Too scared. Too late. My dreams have often been crazy. My dreams are hardly this real. What's harder, in fact. The reality that, my twins. Are only too real. In my dream I woke up. In a new house, a new home. My mother was there, A friend (Who incidentally Has 10 year old twins.) I looked at the Wii U. And laughed softly. Everest sat eating breakfast. Aspen was chatting away. I went on a drive. I barely survived. My brakes, we're faulty and slow. Last night I was a hero. Last night I fought like a champ. I flew besides Wonder Woman. I fought along Robin. I had only that chance. Soon the hero's were captured. The kids were all that was left. We snuck till our numbers were low. Too few. Few left. Last night I had dreams. Last night some were wild, some real. It's odd to think, the reality of some, and the adventure of others. I miss the twins I never birthed. I'm anxious about the new home I've never had. I'm paranoid of my brakes, though they've proven fine. I ache for adventure I never had. Isn't it odd that dreams could be a prediction, a fear, a story. Connected and long. I still feel them strong. Because last night. I slept through my story.
