Dream

“I spy with my little eye something blue but not just one shade, many beautiful

tones…like the blues of an ocean changing with each wave, each ripple, each ray

of sunshine.”

“Um, that book cover over there,” I guess.

Daddy smiles and shakes his head. “It’s round.”

I scan my bedroom. Blue and round? “A marble in my toy box?” I beam with

excitement because that has to be it.

“Nope. One more clue.”

I jump up onto my knees, so I can listen very carefully, and my mattress

bounces beneath me.

“You ready?” Daddy asks.

I nod my head.

“Sometimes, the blue goes away when you sleep”—he closes his eyes before

quickly opening them again—“or blink.”

I giggle because I know the answer.

“My eyes, Daddy.”

“Yeah! You got it!” He pulls me into a hug.

As he tickles my sides, I laugh, and we fall onto my bed. I lay my head on his

Armand hugs me into his chest.

“I love you, Jennet,” he says.

I know that means he’s getting ready to leave.