Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Stephen

I was in high school the first time my little sister told me about the man I would marry

His name is Steve

We have four dogs and a house on the beach

He bakes me cakes for my birthday and always burns them

We have six kids

I am an author

He was a smalltime racer and we met on the dragstrip near my house

He wanted me to sign his copy of my book

It's always the same story

We met

We marry

We live

He has light brown curls and has a thick accent

He is taller than me and always makes me laugh

Her dream never changes

She and I meet-up for Christmas diner and Steve welcomes her into our house

My dogs rush her feet

My kids laugh in the background

She tells me about her dreams often

So often in fact that I have accepted it is a part of my life

I have this imaginary husband named Stephen

I will be an author

I will have a pack of floofy dogs

I wonder if there is any sliver of reality in her dreams
And I wonder if she knows they have become mine