Warm and fuzzy, not quite awake but almost real. No idea how old you are, where you are waking up or who you are with.
I love that place. You can be anyone. It’s kind of a surreal place but also so familiar.
So there I am. Sort of asleep but also awake. In that place.
Having an amazing dream about meeting a teenage crush, but with my since learnt adult confidence. Details that will remain in my head. It was dreamy.
I sleep so heavily that I rarely remember anything from sleep time. Could be the wine I guess. But this one was good.
A perfect dreamy bubble.
‘Mummy, I’ve had an accident’
Try as a did to re-join my dream, it was gone. I could ignore the child at the end of the bed no longer.
Budging up and allowing said smelly child in to my bed I tried to wriggle and curl up back in to my bubble.
What the F**K!
Child 2. Seemingly imitating some kind of feline on acid. Now standing in place of child 1, pawing at me in a freaky pink cat mask.
How do they know?
(Budging up again) Bed breaks in to a tickling fight between kids, followed by a grown up fight over whose turn it is to sort out the wet bunk bed.
THE JOYS OF PARENTING