But before the lady can do anything and start phase three, I suddenly snap out of my dream.
Oh. It's 5:23 am.
Man.
Can this mean… Leigh is itching for some action?
I just don't detect any signs in her wanting some.
Or maybe she hides those urges very well.
Whatever.
She still loves me, and that's all that matters.
It's yet another day, and it's yet another night at work.
We three go home as usual, sleep and then…
It's yet another dream.
Man, is my brain really that advanced enough to warrant consecutive dreams?
Oh well, I have to experience it.
***
It's the same lively scenario at the bar.
But as Leigh, Aurora, and I are feasting on some sizzling T-bone steaks, I can hear a conversation from a nearby table that unnerves me.
"Imagine, you'll get married at 30 then give birth at 31. When you reach 42, your child will be 10 years old and in grade 4. When you reach 50, your child will be 18 and is about to graduate at grade 12, but still has four years of college to go.
