A few mornings back, the light came through the window just so and the smell of the raisin bread toast got me so nostalgic I almost cried. On the way to work there was a double rainbow, so big and fat and beautiful that I was quite certain I could have kept driving forever, as long as the rainbow was within my sight. And then I saw a happy dog with his head sticking out of the car window. I was ready to meet the day.
But then this morning I had a bad dream about Voldemort before he got his body, when he kind of looked like a grub. He told me he was a mummy and to call 911. What? Yeah, I know. I began to walk away briskly, though my legs weren’t cooperating, and suddenly I lost my sight, but I could still hear him squelching his way through the forest toward me. I woke up freaked out. Then I had a spider in my bathroom. I topped off the morning by spilling coffee on myself.
If I remember what my point was, I’ll let you know.