EIGHT
September 2001
New York
When I felt the slight brush of a kiss on my forehead, I didn’t want to open my eyes. My dreams always threatened to flee if I opened my eyes too quickly. I wanted to remain in this one for as long as possible. I was inside a beautiful rainforest with butterflies flitting around, busy and focused in their quest for nectar. There were some horses grazing in the distance. A koyal chirped in the trees, giving out the mango call. Occasionally squirrels dashed near my feet. Suddenly, I spotted a snow-white lamb escaping through an open gate, and I rushed to close the gate. Pregnancy dreams were great––vivid, colorful, and totally out of control. Most of the time I was able to recall them completely upon waking up. I had even started to maintain a diary for the o
