“YOU GOING TO ENLIGHTEN me?” Sean asked, after the others had all dispersed for work.
I climbed the stepladder, sat at eye level with him, and told him of my memory recall.
His brow wrinkled as he listened. “If it was the eve of our wedding, I don’t understand why I’m not getting it.”
“I know,” I said. “You dreamt about the wedding ceremony, as well as our ... love making in the barn.” As a particular favourite of our dreams—for us both—talk of it provoked smiles in the two of us. “I don’t get why your mind would skip the part in between.”
He tugged on a loose strand of my hair. “Me neither.”
“But,” I said, considering again, “if you think about our wedding night dream, weren’t you wearing something around your neck in the barn? I’m certain you were, now I think about it.”
Sean’s eye
