I haven’t written about multiplicity in a bit, largely because of the discomfort factor. As this is, in part, a blog about that, though, I wanted to share the latest multiple hilarity.
This morning, I woke up with tears running down my face and really swollen eyes. Obviously, someone had been sobbing. I had no idea who or why, and one of the Little Peoples yelled ‘someone else’s been dreaming!’ He was a bit whiny. No one wanted to be awake that early, but sleeping whilst sobbing is a bit difficult. Here’s how the story unfolds:
My best friend and I typically spend Saturday nights together. Last night, however, he had early holiday plans, so we were on our own. Our plans have changed swiftly a few times this month, as I’ve said in previous posts. The breakup of the routine in general, regardless of the people or person involved, shakes things. I wasn’t surprised, then, when things were out of sorts. I just wanted to know *why* they were out of sorts.
Lily, red faced and still hiccuping from sobs, announced to me that my best friend told her he was moving to Brooklyn for work. She played back a scene for me- My best friend phoned with news, and we got together. He said he’d taken a job in Brooklyn and asked if we were coming with him. When we said we couldn’t, he said he’d keep in touch. Then, he phoned again to say he wasn’t moving to Brooklyn. Instead, he’d taken a job in a town called Cretin in Texas.
The cavalier attitude should have struck me first thing. My best friend and I are as close as two people can get. I trust him as completely as I possibly can, and we truly love each other. If he were actually moving far away, he’d handle telling us with much more finesse. Still, it confused me. I wasn’t sure whether Lily was showing me a dream or showing me a bit of time I’d missed. I very, very rarely lose time. With something as traumatic as learning my best friend was moving far away, though, I might well have blocked out the conversation.
So, not wanting to interrupt my best friend’s plans, I paced a bit all day wondering whether I’d seen a dream or reality. Once mid-afternoon came, I sent my best friend a text. We chatted a bit, and then I very tentatively told him Lily’s dream. He laughed via text. Being the amazing person that he is, he reassured us that he is, indeed, staying with his current job and location. Lily’s dream was only a dream.
I feel like I should say ‘end scene.’