Cody Jordan's blog
Something else overcome, another dream realized.
I once had a dream. It was of a little boy, maybe five or six years old. He was standing at the end of the hallway in pajamas that were slightly over-sized. He was carrying a blanket and stuffed animal and was emerging from the bathroom. It was very late at night, and he should have been in bed, but a trip to the bathroom got in the way of that. In my dream, I remember him looking at me with tired and groggy eyes.
