It was the first day of the new school year and there I was, like so many others, on my way to school. I saw lots of caddy girls across the street heading toward the schoolyard, books in hand, with their skirts so short I thought, "Why bother?" I could hear them laughing. No, wait…more like giggling.
Then I looked down and in all my life I was never so wanting to be somewhere else! I had not a stitch of clothes on! I was stark naked! I threw my hands and arms around my chest and crossed my legs really tight, and then I heard my husband's voice. "Honey, you okay? You just slugged me in the mouth with your elbow!"
What the heck is the deal with naked dreams, anyway?
Diane P. McCloskey [New Milford, NJ] is a writer, always has been, always will be. She has a published novel, Through Jenny's Eyes, available on www.amazon.com and www.bluewaterpress.com/jenny
© 2009 Diane P. McCloskey. Original for CCF. McCloskey grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology.
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