Wake up

Sometimes I just want to sleep forever. I want to wake up when the bad part is over. When I open my eyes, it will be perfect. I'll put my feet on the ground on the earth where I am a sucsess in my career feild of choice. My gorgeous and funny husband will just be getting in from his morning run. He'll wrap his arms around my waist and kiss where my neck meets my shoulder then tell me he loves me. I'll reply, "I love you more." With a toothbrush in my mouth. He will put his hand on my tummy and say to our first unborn child, "I love you, too." That's when I want to wake up. Right then. Then after that, nothing can be aweful.