Sometimes, for fun, I imagine that there is a narrator who responds to my internal and spoken dialogue. The narrator would speak in a low, captivating voice — a voice like Morgan Freeman’s — and would capture my true feelings and contradict falsehoods, as needed.
For example, last weekend the girls woke up unbelievably early and within minutes were quite close to my head, with their sweet little hands on my face, politely requesting breakfast.
As I blinked in the darkness and rolled out of bed at a time earlier than we typically wake up during the work and school week, I had a hopeful thought. “Maybe this early morning wake-up means they will take an afternoon nap and we will all cuddle and rest in the middle of the afternoon.” I perked up and envisioned an entire sleepy afternoon and the delight of reading books in bed and then curling up with their warm little bodies next to mine, and all of us waking up rested and rejuvenated several hours later.
Then Morgan Freeman’s booming voice would begin, “Despite this wishful thinking, her children, actually, did not take a nap…”
Instead, after a nap-free day, we went to an early dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, which I chose because they have the most delicious artichokes. As I glanced at the menu, I noticed they weren’t listed, so I asked the waitress if they were still available. “No,” she smiled. “Unfortunately, they are out of season now.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” I replied.
Morgan Freeman’s voice would begin again, “It was, actually, not at all okay.”