PAST DREAM: 5/10/08
It was the fall of 2009, I believe, and I was living in this same apartment, and I was married. I was still in college, and so was he. I don’t know why we got married in school, but we did, and I came back from classes one day and he was asleep where my roommate Megan’s bed is currently, and I crawled in beside him and looked out at the sky. When we woke up I made dinner in the kitchen, we ate casually at the counter standing up and talking before going to sleep. We went to a reception type of thing the next day, a Saturday, to celebrate our marriage will all of our families because we had eloped, and my mother still hadn’t forgiven me. “I only have one daughter,” she said in a bit of a controlled wail. My husband, whose name was John, stood next to me. He was only a little bit taller than me, a bit of a babyface, sad eyes. I loved him. We held hands as we danced a bit, me in an ugly blue gown and he in a suit, and I was blissfully happy. I woke up terrified.
