At about 5 am this morning, when the cold air hitting my throat made each breath painful, I was convinced that the whole family should head down to the urgent care to have strep cultures done. I reached for a cough drop and pulled the blankets over my head. Of course Ronin thought it was a signal to get up. I just hid as he sniffed the covers, searching for the head that he was sure he’d seen just a moment before.
By the time 6 am came around, I was still huddled under the covers. The air was still cold and I had yet to hear the furnace turn on. I decided against getting up to use the bathroom, so as not to disturb the sleeping dogs, and to continue to enjoy the warmth of my bed. I, also, desperately wanted to return to my dream . In my dream Tom’s voice, touch, and the feeling of being loved was as real as ever. I my dream, I was with him. I heard his voice speaking to me but, due to natures call, I had been pulled away from him mid-conversation. By this point, I couldn’t remember what he’d said to me. I only knew that I want to be right back there with him, even if for just a few more hours.
I did fall asleep again, but I hadn’t reconnected with Tom. On the upside, my throat felt much better. At 8:30 am, I finally got up so that everyone (myself included) could relieve thier bladders. After that, it was time to assess, and plan out how my day would go.