If dreams could come true
I had a dream. A dream where the man of the household brought back the goods and the lady dished out a helping of hugs. At night she'd help her crippled man into bed beside her, and she'd be beside herself, between the two people she loved most in the world. The only reason the bed would be wet was from a dream he had of her, and the only reason they took baths was to take them together. They passed out on the floor from an overdose of wrestling, but they'd always fall into each other's arms with chapped lips on their sleeping smiles. Before I woke they waved to me as if they knew I'd never see them or their love again. Dreams are smart and terrifying, and sometimes they are the only things that can sincerely make you hate reality.