Last night I dreamed I was back home visiting all of my old friends. Everyone was the same except each one was the other-half of a significant. They asked me about my life and smiled politely.
Then I was back in the old gym where we used to meet on Wednesday nights for Youth Group. Two of my friends from here, Brian and Jonathan, made cameo appearances as youth leaders, in charge of speaking and running the games, respectively.
Amid the uproar, someone handed me a baby. Then another got up to speak about missions. My heart ached. I couldn't remember a word of my German, which didn't matter anyways. I wouldn't be able to go. I already set the course for my life. I was committed elsewhere. End of story.
The baby cried. He needed changing. He wasn't wearing a diaper.
Softly, the alarm. Time to hit the gym. Interviewing a potential teacher this morning. AP Review classes to plan. A birthday gift from my sister finally arrives: a princess calendar. I think maybe I'll frame some of the pictures. Perhaps one of Cinderella. She's stuck in my head.
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