In a daze, I had a dream.
I dreamed that I poked the woman in the belly with a harpoon, blood flowed down, and a baby came out of it.
In the dream I was furious, and the baby laughed and jumped on me.
William came home even later. For the first time, we hit a rocky patch.
After a few more days, he offered to make peace and bought me a bunch of roses.
“Honey, forgive me.”
He sat on his knees on the couch and looked at me, his eyes shining like a puppy’s.
Before, I would have accepted his apology. Now, my mind was full of that woman’s bulging belly.
“Let’s have dinner, or the food is getting cold.”
He took my hand, and the moment he touched me, I felt my whole body stiffen.
“Honey, don’t be mad at me. Cheer up.”
William always said nice things to me.
He hugged me gently. My eyes reddened again as I felt a warmth I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“We will celebrate your birthday again in a few days, okay?”
He rested his head on my shoulder.
“Is it that you don’t like my gift? That one is the best seller, you know.”
William held my face. “If you don’t like it, let’s buy another gift, okay?”
