My face

I forget most of last nights dream, and it was a doozy. But I waited to long to write it down. The scene i most remembered was that my son was a baby again, and i was laying him down on the bed, but his face became my face, and I was sad, very very sad. i woke up in a good mood though. and thought? I should spend more time making myself and the little man happy.

that would work.