A dream, a dream.

Last night, I had a dream.
About you.
The first in a long time.
It was so ridiculously peaceful.

We were aged ever so slightly. Maybe three years out of college. 
In the dream, I awoke. I heard your laugh from the kitchen, along with another smaller giggle.
I got up, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth. (This was dumb, as it was morning and I was really hungry.) There was one sink, two toothbrushes. Two deodorants, two lotion bottles. 
I stretched and walked into the kitchen. There you were, sitting at the kitchen island with our nine-month-old son, laughing at the cheerio's he is sticking on his and your face, sprinkled on the ground. We all laugh with joy at our happy little family, at the beautiful morning, at the love we all share.
Good morning.