I had a good dream last night, and my body ached like a bitch, but it didn’t hurt at all. I had little hope that I would see Atticus when I woke up.

Talk about a Disney dream. I dreamt that he was fast asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around me as if he was afraid I would be stolen from him if he let go of me.

I didn’t want to wake up from the dream where he was happy to see my face and where he littered my face with kisses, and I didn’t mind his morning breath. It was my fantasy ...