Chapter 22

• "I'll be there," I promised her. "Is there something in the sky that I need to know about? A UFO? A plane crash? The apocalypse?"
• Say the apocalypse. That way, I don't have to babysit tomorrow.
• Her answer came somber and out of the blue. "You know…since I had the baby, I haven't been dreaming anymore," she croaked out, still staring at the sky. "I spend my days either working or with Gravity.". And I adore her. I truly do. But single motherhood is the most solitary existence there is. Between her care, attending to her needs, working, cleaning up, cooking, and washing dishes, I barely have time to think. It's so exhausting that by the time my head actually reaches the pillow, I'm too exhausted to dream. And I miss my dreams. So every night, before I go to bed, I always look up at the stars and fantasize in my mind when I'm fully awake.