Dreams

I used to dream of adventures and of travels. I used to dream of goals I would accomplish and people I would meet.

Now, three children later, I dream of sleep. Sweet, uninterrupted, blissful sleep. A sleep where I would slowly wake up entirely on my own with a yawn and a sigh, content to roll over for ten minutes more. Sleep without cries of children in the distance. Sleep, sweet, sweet sleep. Just sleep.