Anna was driving me to the hospital with baby Christopher Angel in my arms looking up at me with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Big. Brown. I melt. He smelled so beautiful, he was perfect...he giggled and said "Mamah". Apparently I needed urgent medical attention. Anna was driving like a maniac....cutting through parks and driving up steps - yes, steps! But I was ok. The world was chaos around me, overtaking cars and fast traffic in a big city. Rush, rush, rush, Emergency! But I had the most beautiful baby in my arms smiling up at me and he was mine.... all mine......until I woke up.
It was all a dream. There is no Christopher Angel. There was no emergency. Anna wasn't driving like a maniac. Here I am. Just me. A lady with no baby lying next to my husband at 6:00 in the morning. "There is no baby." I thought to myself. "No baby. Husband, dog, but no baby".
My oh my! This lady has a baby on the brain. For the time being, a kitten must suffice. That being said, the sweet melody of one of my favourite comedy characters come to mind:
Soft kitty.
Warm kitty.
Little ball of fur.
Happy kitty.
Sleepy kitty.
Purr, purr, purr.
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