Alana dreamt that I died.

Around 6:00 am, I was in bed breastfeeding Abe. Mark was in the shower. Alana stood in the doorway.

“I had a bad dream.” She said.

She said it was about me.

“Did I die?” I asked.

“Yes.” She said.

She crawled into bed and clung to the only available side of me. With one hand, I did my best to comfort her. I stroked her hair and the arm that wrapped around me.

“It’s okay,” I said. “It was just a dream.”

“I love you, Mommy.” She said.

“I love you, too.” I said.

Then I explained, she must go back to bed and rest before school. I didn’t want Mark to keep her up as he continued to get ready for work.

As she walked away, she said, “I’m happy to have you as a mom.”

“I’m happy to have you here with me.” My words trailed behind her.

I clung to Abe and my thoughts turned to romance and something I’d written about dancing with him in the dark. My mind then recollected a song. I sang without knowing the words. Until finally, my mouth found the right ones.

“Heaven, I’m in heaven…”

Author: AshleyKagaoan

Ashley Kagaoan: wife, mother, writer, Libra, human. She currently resides in Southern California with her family.