Chental

I was dreaming after sleeping only a short time. I had been up most of the night and got an oppertunity to take a nap for an hour or 2 and jumped at it. It was a little after 7am. I fell asleep on Pam’s couch and Chental’s best friend Sean found a comfortable position on the floor. The dream was so clear. I was at my parent’s house. The dining room table was in the family room, where it used to be. The table was uncovered. It was dark in the living room so the blinds must’ve been pulled because the light was shining through the loovers in the family room. It was an earlier morning light. My mom was sitting at the head of the table. I walked in and sat to her right in the seat nearest her. I was in my pajamas. I sat down and bent my knees up to my chin, like I often sit. Chental was sitting across from me (to my mother’s right). She was also in pajamas. It was really some old dark plaid pajama pants and an old aqua blue shirt that was way too big for her. She looked alot younger then before. It was as if she was still in high school. She also seemed very small and her hair was in their low pigtails. She had her knees bent up into her shirt at one pointtoo. We all made small talk for a few minutes. It seemed pretty typical, but then it dawned on me that Chental wasn’t supposed to be there. I looked at her and she knew what I was thinking. My mom must’ve got up and left because she wasn’t aware of what was happening from then on. I asked her what she was doing here. She told me that she was needed here and that everyone has needed her a lot more lately. I was comforted by her being there. It was just very peaceful. We sat in silence a few minutes. We didn’t have to talk. Then I awoke. I told Sean all about it. It was nice to talk about her. I miss her. The night before when Sean was at my birthday party, he reminded me so much of her. Sometimes it really is a little painful being around them. I don’t want it to be but if I get to thinking, I can’t help but let the pain inside. It’s especially bad when I watch them dance. She loved to dance. I miss her dancing.

4.2.2007

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