Fridays....

I woke up from a sound sleep,
and realized I had not only slept, I had rested well.
It felt amazing.
I got out of bed to go to the bathroom,
and was faced with a mound of laundry-
actually, more like a mountain since I couldn't even get into the room.
I was confused-
where in the world did all of THAT come from?
Immediately I went into a panic as my mind registered:
"It's Saturday!
Yesterday was Friday and I forgot to pick up Ruth from camp?
It must be her laundry,
seems like a lot for one person, but there is no other explanation.
I wonder how she got home-
I better check her bed."
I walked to her room-and there she lay in her larger than king size bed
two friends with her.
(That explained the size of that mountain of laundry.)
They were chatting.
It made my heart smile as they greeted me, inviting me to join them.

Then I woke up, for real and sighed in relief.
It was only a dream.
I had not forgotten Ruth anywhere.
There was no overwhelming mound of laundry.
It was Friday, and my plan for today was to meet the kids at a park.
I looked at my phone to check the time.
6:38 AM. 
I rarely see that time of day.
I didn't need to be up until 8 to 
I laid there a few minutes.

I felt someone snuggle next to me,
then reach over me, holding me, covering me, protecting me.
I heard Bill's voice in my ear as he prayed beautiful words over me.
So strong.
So comforting.
It must have been a combination of things that made a perfect storm.
The time of morning
Friday
29th.
And I woke up again,
for real, 
tears clogging my throat,
because it wasn't real.
I was very thankful for a plan to meet with my kids and grandkids.