My son and I have been hanging out all day, all lazy lazy lazy summer vacation day.
At one point I fell asleep while he playing a game, and had some bizarre dream about the government picking me up in some alien helicopter pod looking thing. It had no driver, just worked on its own once I put on my seat belt (a habit I am so die hard about it apparently also applies to alien/government abductions in grassy fields in my own dream scape).
I remember weird houses I had to share with other (oddly post apocalyptic but seemingly normal) people.
I remember trying to find a pair of Converse in my size (houses and shoes, even post apocalyptic I have my priorities, right?).
I remember thinking I should switch my wedding rings to my right hand since my husband was dead (my ex is, so that vaguely made sense), and I wondered how long it had been since I last had sex, and if I could find that hottie ex of mine so we could get it on, and seeing him at some dance club (not jiggy but ballroom or salsa or something) and I woke up, looked around confused and thought, "Oh boy, oh boy, I hope I wasn't talking in my sleep..."
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