A second life

I am wearing a white linen Victorian suit dress and coming down the steps of a city house with my two toddlers. The children, a boy and a little girl are also dressed in white. They are sweet cuddly looking children and I take one on each hand. Another woman comes out and takes them in because I need to go to work. 

I meet a man on the patio of a very large place with white wicker furniture and large palm like plants. He is wearing a Panama hat and white linen suit, as well as a monocle. I am  there to interview him, but  having a difficult time hearing all his words. It wouldn't matter except that I cannot write an article about him if I don't know what he said, so I struggle to read his lips as well as listening to him.

Later I go back to the house where the children are, scoop them up, one under each arm, like little puppies and whisk them upstairs to bed. The upstairs of the house is very sparsely furnished, but the floors are beautiful narrow hardwoods and there is a bathroom with a pedestal lavatory and little white medicine chest mirror where I can brush my teeth.

I realize that I am quite happy here and hope it can last.

And then I wake up.