A warming breeze blew across the cresting waves. Sand caressed my feet. I strolled carefree along a tropical beach. Not a care in the world came to mind. I was at peace.
My world started shaking.
“It can’t be that time,” I thought.
I heard a sound, “Daddy, I’m hungry. Bubba needs a change.”
The tropical beach lost, I opened my eyes and was greeted by my five year old daughter’s face, “Morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”
She smiled, “I dreamt I was a princess.”
“Then daddy will get his princess her breakfast and change bubba.”
The tropical beach will be there next time.
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