Pictures in Her Head, & Mine
Early this morning, Jane stirs beside me. She is crying.
"What is it?"
"I had a bad dream!"
"Oh, dear... What happened?"
"I was dreaming of cats..."
That's funny, because I was dreaming of them, too.
"Me, too," I say. "They were doing funny things."
Which they were. In my dreams, cats always do funny things.
"My thoughts are pictures," Jane says.
"Yes," I tell her. "Mine are, too."
She turns over. Laughs. "That was a funny one!"
"One what?"
"Picture. The cat stuck her tongue out at me," she says, drifting back to sleep.
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