Submitted by megan on Wed, 07/22/2009 - 16:23
This dream can't be said to be recurring, because it's not, in its details. All the same, though, I have it. Once a year maybe, sometimes twice, sometimes once every two, I have a dream where I'm pregnant. Or I've just given birth.
I don't have the baby. The baby is nowhere to be seen.
It's not a stress dream. I am not hunting high and low looking for the baby, worried that it is shrivelling up somewhere with a last mewl, I am not worried that I am a very bad person for letting that happen.
I am calmly thinking. Oh well. The baby will be alright.
Sometimes I find the baby. Sometimes I don't.
Two nights ago, the baby appeared. I had just finished thinking The baby will be alright when I looked down at my cupped hands and there was the baby. My baby was the tiniest swiss army knife, the size of two rice grains; oxblood, the silver corkscrew tucked in safe along the side.
I found the baby and I loved it.
Ohhhh, I loved this baby. Just like they said. You fall. In love. My tiniest swiss army knife baby.