"Charles! Wait! You needn't forget your chalk!"
"Oh, thanks, mum!" A little boy with strawberry-blond hair called, running back towards me and grabbing a piece of chalk out of my hands.
"Have fun on your first day of school!" I told him, smiling proudly.
'Wait, who is this boy? Why did he call me his mother?' The conscious part of my brain asked.
'Oh, shush.' The dreaming part of me responded.
"Aren't you proud?" James asked, suddenly standing by my side.
"Oh, yes! He's such a smart boy. He'll do very well."
"Our son is going to be a great brother!" James mused, beaming from ear to ear.
'Wait, wait, wait. James? Me? Children?'
'You know you want it to happen.'
"I agree, Mr. James Hiller," I said.
"I am always right, Mrs. Sarah Hiller."
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I jolted awake, rocketing back into reality.
"That was the strangest dream I've ever had!" I told myself, shaking my head.
Deep in my mind, I knew a part of me wished for the dream to be real, but James only thought of me as a friend.
Maybe someday, maybe someday...
"But honestly... Mrs. Sarah Hiller. I like the sound of that."
