Saturday, September 1, 2012

I often have dreams where I am still living in the log home (er, and sometimes I'm there when we are no longer the owners). In the instance where I still have my room in that house in the basement, it's always extremely dark, and the light in my room is lacking working light bulbs. Every time I would ask my mom if she had any working light bulbs I could put in it, she didn't have any. But last night, I asked her once again, and she did have one. So for what I feel like is the first time in a long time, that room was not creepily dark. I can only hope it stays that way.