Dream Journal
Kara stood in my bedroom as I woke. She opened a large package she had just received in the mail and pulled out yellow flowery linens. She was very excited as these linens were antiques and handed down through her family’s generations.
They looked like something from the 70s to me, though I did not tell her that. The flower box on top of my chest of drawers had water pooled on top of the dirt. Which I found odd because I hadn’t watered it in a few days and it cannot rain inside my bedroom.
Kara held one linen up and asked if there was any place we could use it. I asked her what size it was, and she said it was a half-twin. I had never heard of a half-twin before. I told her that we could not use it because my mom sleeps on a California King sized mattress, Melissa sleeps on a Queen, and I on the waterbed.
She held the yellow sheet up, determined to find a place for it. The way she held it looked to me like it would fit over my small television. She agreed and was very happy to find a place for it. I left for work.