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Title: Alicia's Dream
Post by: Natasha on November 27, 2008, 01:47:30 AM
Post by: Natasha on November 27, 2008, 01:47:30 AM
Alicia's Dream
http://www.bilerico.com/2008/11/alicias_dream.php (http://www.bilerico.com/2008/11/alicias_dream.php)
Father Tony
November 26, 2008 5:30 PM
"Dear Father Tony,
I had the same dream three times and it is bugging me.
In it, I am in the kitchen standing next to the ironing board and I'm holding the iron and I'm sort of smiling in a calm way like I'm peaceful. I feel real peaceful.
One by one, I take clothes out of a basket and iron them. They are all my girlfriend's stuff. We have been together for six years and I love her and I think she loves me, but who knows. I can't read minds, you know? Like all couples, we have our fights.
I iron and fold and stack her stuff in neat piles. I do it slowly and carefully and I like doing it. I am proud of the neat stacks. I look down and see that she has come in kitchen and she is looking up at me and watching what I am doing, but she is little and she looks just like the photos we have of her when she was a little girl with braids. She doesn't say anything. She just watches me, and I am thinking "Why doesn't she say anything?"
http://www.bilerico.com/2008/11/alicias_dream.php (http://www.bilerico.com/2008/11/alicias_dream.php)
Father Tony
November 26, 2008 5:30 PM
"Dear Father Tony,
I had the same dream three times and it is bugging me.
In it, I am in the kitchen standing next to the ironing board and I'm holding the iron and I'm sort of smiling in a calm way like I'm peaceful. I feel real peaceful.
One by one, I take clothes out of a basket and iron them. They are all my girlfriend's stuff. We have been together for six years and I love her and I think she loves me, but who knows. I can't read minds, you know? Like all couples, we have our fights.
I iron and fold and stack her stuff in neat piles. I do it slowly and carefully and I like doing it. I am proud of the neat stacks. I look down and see that she has come in kitchen and she is looking up at me and watching what I am doing, but she is little and she looks just like the photos we have of her when she was a little girl with braids. She doesn't say anything. She just watches me, and I am thinking "Why doesn't she say anything?"