Dreaming of Sugar
The other night, I dreamt that Sugar was on my chest, purring. I was petting her and I was so happy to see her. I held her face in my hands and lovingly noticed that funny mark on her cheek.
I knew in the dream that she had been dead for over twenty years and that knowledge woke me up. When I looked around the dark bedroom, there was no cat on my chest and I was alone in the bed.
I closed my eyes and tried to re-enter the dreaming world, but she was gone.
I often try to get back to my dreams but can’t. She must have been a special pet.
Comment by Katie — 11/6/2009 @ 5:39 am