[OT] Horses and monkeys
"I'm going to play 'nap on the couch' now. I'm the little baby and you can put me to sleep."
"What will you dream about?" Rosemary, the three year old, asked.
"Um... horsies and monkeys and that kind of stuff," I mumbled as I drifted off.
I woke up about 10 minutes later. I learned to appreciate even tiny doses of sleep when I was in the military.
Rosemary was standing a foot away from me, smiling. "Did your dreams come true?" she asked.
"Um... I don't know... uh..." I was groggy. I rarely remember my dreams, and usually when I do they're utter nonsense. How to answer this one?
"Wait a second, Dada." She scurried out of the room. I glanced around and noticed I was surrounded by a huge pile of stuffed horses - she'd obviously been gathering and arranging them the whole time I slept. When did we get so many stuffed horses? Rosemary returned with her only stuffed monkey, a tiny little sock monkey.
"Did your dreams come true, Dada?" She asked again, expectantly.
Yes, sweet little girl. My dreams have come true.