Something about sleeping late always brings the prettiest dreams.
I ran my hands over my stomach and it was round and tight and there was a little person greeting me with their hands and feet from inside of it. Strangest feeling ever. Best feeling ever. I woke up elated, missing that little person who doesn't even exist yet. And loving them to pieces.
I just woke up after a long week and a beautiful dream to drizzling, tapping rain on my half-open window and windowsill and to the smell of baking applesauce swirling up from my basement, where my mother, grandmother, and aunt are churning away at it until the entire family has enough to last through graham crackers and pork chops and granola and cottage cheese for another year. I woke up with a hankering for a pumpkin to carve and a scarf to wind around my neck, because fall has finally completely arrived, with a rain shower, applesauce, and a dream of a future nugget.