My Christmas Present
I’ve been dreaming about my cat, Blitz. Three nights this week, I dreamed about him. In the first dream, he was a kitten, underweight, weak, and crying. He required attention. This morning, I dreamed that he was fat, happy, and ready to go. All I needed to do was open the door and he could fly out of it. I don’t remember the second dream.
I dream in metaphors.
I blame my friend, Bruce. He’s a true-meaning-of-Christmas kind of guy. The other day, he asked me what I wanted for Christmas, what I really wanted.
“Time,” I said immediately.
I wanted time to edit my next book, time to write to fill in gaps, time to upload it. It’s so close. I even have the title: Dirty and Afraid, Bringing a Wild Kitten Home.
Do you see now why I’m dreaming about Blitz? Do you see the metaphors?
I do. I need to get busy. It’s Christmas and I have a big present I need to give myself. Hopefully, it will be a present for you too.
Thank you for listening, jules