Last night I dreamed that I had adopted identical twin boys. They were five years old and had curly red hair.
I first remember tucking them in for a nap, and calling them "my sweet boys."
I remember thinking about how I was glad that I adopted them.
I remember thinking about how they were the most beautiful things in my world.
The last thing I remember seeing before I woke up, was me tying to hide them after my house was broken into; and only caring about whether or not they were safe.