A wee daydream

Hey ladies,

I was just sitting in the basement of one of my university buildings (so far underground that there is no cell signal there ever, even with boosters) trying to do some actual university reading. Did I actually get any reading done? A little bit. However, most of the time was actually spent in that weird alternate universe where daydreams exist and that went a little something like this:

I was sitting on the foot of a large bed in what was obviously a master bedroom and my arm was around the shoulders of an 18 year old boy. I knew this boy was my son, in the strange way that you just know things in dreams, and that he was having a hard time with something because every so often he would bend to put his face in his hands before sitting up again and making gestures of "I just don't get it". We'd been having a long conversation about a girl he really liked but he around whom he could never say the things he wanted to say. I slid my hand from his shoulder to his back to rub soothing circles around his shoulder blades as I gave a little chuckle and said "Yeah, girls can be difficult." This was by the end of the conversation so we were both feeling better than we had at the beginning and so he laughed a little, too, and I moved my hand back to his shoulder and pulled him into a sort of sideways hug with my chin on top of his short hair and he reached up to hold one of my arms and leaned into me and I loved him so much [all of the warm fuzzies].

(I sort of "woke up" for a bit here and went "Really? I had a son?" for a bit before I asked "Why was he talking to me and not his dad?" and then this happened:)

My son was walking down a hallway of our house when he ran into his dad, who was quite handsome (the two of them were an attractive pair, I was so proud) and he said "Oh great, Dad, I was just looking for you... I've got something to ask you." My husband listened for a minute while my son explained his latest dilemma about this girl, both of them still standing pretty close in this little hallway, and eventually he said "I think you should talk to your mother about this." And my son asked "Really?" and then a bit jokingly "I want some pro tips from someone who's got this all worked out" and my husband just smiled and gave my son's arm an affectionate squeeze, smiled and said "I really think you should talk to your mother about this." My son looked a bit confused but said "Alright" and then went to find me.

I realize this is a bit weird and my sentences and paragraphs are more disorganized than usual but that's a bit of how my brain works when I'm daydreaming. I also don't usually daydream in chronological order, hence the order above. I hope you enjoyed, or were at least slightly amused. 

Much love,

Dina