Frame of Reference

You know how something is over? When you have a really bad thing happen and you pick up the phone to tell that person.... and then set the phone back down. When the minutes between texts don't matter.

Little girls dream of their wedding day. Isn't that what we are taught? Shown in the movies? A little girl, tousled curls, on hands and knees walking the bride and groom down her make-believe aisle? A wish kept in the depths of her heart to one day have as her own. The perfect wedding day? I never had that. I dreamt about the perfect day, for sure.  But my dreams consisted of winged ponies and glow worms. A camera and waterfalls, the Goblin King and being "taken away". Now, at 33, I have different dreams. I don't dream of weddings or goblin kings. I dream about waking up next to someone that I love. About making breakfast and memories. Sleeping past noon and smacking each other's rear ends. It's so so simple and yet so so...... I had a real dream that I was diagnosed with cancer. Cancer of what? My ovaries. I saw the ultrasound. I saw the MRI I listened to the THIRD opinion of the 5th doctor that I saw. It was a scary dream, considering what's happen...