As I lie in my mummy and daddy's spare bedroom I am transported back to days long ago when today seemed an eternity away and my hopes and dreams were just that. Hopes and dreams. A secure safe place where my parents were in charge and all was well with the world as long as my friends were my friends and my sisters didn't bug me too much. There was always too much homework and not enough of whatever it was I wanted at the time, but lying in my bed with my parents next door meant that everything would be alright. A warm fuzzy feeling of alrightness.
My thoughts move on to a time, a few years on, and hopes and dreams were being realised, slowly, but heading in the right direction. A degree. A boyfriend. A job. I was living away from home. I say that like I was a million miles away but it was just a shared house around the corner. Which makes the moment more poignant as there was no reason for me to be once more lying in my bed with my parents next door. Something had happened but what it was is now insignificant to the memory I hold now. My mum had told me to stay and crawling into the familiar bed brought a peace to my soul so meaningful, so memorable that it enables me to write about it even today. I remember I slept like the proverbial baby that night. A warm inexplicable fuzzy feeling that all would be well in the world, well my world.
So here I am again. A different house. A different bed, but the same mummy and daddy in the room next door. It's their house. And honestly? My hopes and dreams tend to be more for my children now. Last night, sleep came easy and deep, and as I sank into that sleep there was a definite warm and fuzzy feeling about it. It's the next night now or should I say morning. It's 5 o clock and if you're not awake because it was a good night last night then it's one of those mind whirring, worry filled, heart beating hours when suddenly all is not well with the world.
When I get up today I'm accompanying my daddy to the doctors ............
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