Where were you?” Grandpa’s grip matched the knot in his brow.

“Looking.” Emily gestured toward the exhibits.

“We’ve gone through three floors already. Mostly looking for you.”

“Surgical procedures, blood vessels, eyes in jars.”

“It’s time to go.”

“Can we come back?” Emily quavered.

Grandpa shrugged. “You’re already a scientist.”

I love dreaming. I have a lot of fun dreams and rarely have a nightmare. Except for that one where I show up somewhere important and realize I forgot to get dressed. The most unsettling part of that nightmare is that I seem to be the only one who realizes my mistake. Anyways, I did say “Simplicity is the pathway to peace.” And, I did wake Loved-One up. I don’t remember dreaming at all. Really. No smokescreen.

I hope you like my 50-word stories. Please feel free to comment and share. And don’t forget to pop over to Lady Jabberwocky and see what other writers did with dream. I found her blog quite some time ago. Delightful.