Mary Stevens (mother of Melony and previous mother of Molly) stepped into the kitchen to grab something to eat before heading to work. Her husband, Peter entered the room a minute later, looking a bit uneasy.
"Bad night?" she asked.
"Weird dream, actually. I'm still thinking about. I guess those are the dreams you don't forget, huh?" he said, walking over to the refrigerator.
"I can barely remember mine," Mary said.
Peter did. He'd been jolted into a more aware state by a realization he'd had in his sleep. He didn't want to worry her though. "I'm sure it's nothing," he said.
Melony was already up. She'd been up since early playing with her dollies...She knew she was supposed to be a big girl...but that was silly. She couldn't remember what it was like being a big girl anymore. She was really good at Let's Pretend. Maybe next time she'd pretend to be something different.
Peter came in and sat next to her. "Hello, sweetie," he said, looking at her closely. This was his little girl...he'd been there when she was born. Why was his dream trying to make him doubt that? He picked her up gently onto his lap for a father/daughter chat.
