Dad….

Date: 11/9/2024

It’s rare I dream about my biological father. And even more rare for him to appear in a loving way. But here he was, giving affection freely. I was in a convenient store. They had a clothing section for women with cute enough clothes. Dad was with an unknown woman. He scooped me up in his arms like I was a child and carried me around the store. I allowed his love and sank into it like a woman being thrown a life preserver. Also, I was in a room if my house where I was trying to straighten up. A pair of pink slippers were beneath a bed. With my mind I willed them to slide over to me. I loved and marveled and remembered how easy that mind trick was. Also, felt a yearning to purchase a fashion design form to more easily create clothing.