Dream Journal
I was lying in bed facing the closet waiting for B to come to bed. He came into the bedroom, picked up the laundry basket sitting in front of the closet, and turned to leave: he just needed to finish one more load.
As he turned to leave the bedroom, my wedding ring fell from the laundry basket into a pile of pre-sorted whites. I didn’t remember taking my ring off, but I got up to get it.
I was awake enough to sit up in bed and stare at the pile of white in the closet while B (who was also in bed) told me, “It was just a dream. Lie down.” I mumbled something to him about my ring, then got out of bed onto my hands and knees to look for my ring. After two seconds down there, I realized that there was no way I could find it in the dark so I climbed back in bed.
Themes: B