I dream in color, Dylan dreams in smell
Dylan hasn't been feeling well lately. He has that snotty, coughing, tired thing that "is going around." I'm so sick of hearing that. Anyway, he was running a light temp the other night. I gave him a fever reducer, and put him in bed, knowing that when he's sick, he always manages to sleep in my bed at some point in the night.
I woke up at 3 in the morning to find Dylan sleeping on the floor of my bedroom. Why did I wake up? I was freezing. Somehow Dylan managed to take my pillow, blanket, and body pillow from under, above, and on side of me, and set went to sleep (comfortably and warm) on my floor-all without waking me. As I placed him (completely alseep) back into his own bed, he said in a hungry,excited voice, "Mmmm, it smells like pancakes in here!"
I woke up at 3 in the morning to find Dylan sleeping on the floor of my bedroom. Why did I wake up? I was freezing. Somehow Dylan managed to take my pillow, blanket, and body pillow from under, above, and on side of me, and set went to sleep (comfortably and warm) on my floor-all without waking me. As I placed him (completely alseep) back into his own bed, he said in a hungry,excited voice, "Mmmm, it smells like pancakes in here!"
Labels: Conversations, Dylan-ated
posted by Sarah at
Monday, January 30, 2006
1 Comments:
I remember waking up one morning to the smell of toast. Upon finding out that there was no toast, I wondered out loud why I smelled it, as it was a strong enough aroma to wake me. I was told, "Don't worry, that's what you smell when you have a stroke." Gee, thanks, dear.
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