I opened the coffee shop today - meaning I was there at 4:45 a.m. - and worked until early afternoon. Then, as usual, I collapsed when I got home and fell asleep for several hours.
I don't remember what I dreamt about, but when I woke up in a serious fog, my first thought was that Brent was the strawberries in my strawberries and cream frappuccino. Wow. Where the heck that thought came from is truly beyond me, and it's pretty embarrassing to admit.
But nevertheless, I shared it with Brent when he came home tonight.
"Yeah, so that's just freaking weird," he said. "So I'll ignore that."
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