I'm at my mom's house in New Jersey. The house is a combination of the fabric store she used to own in Colorado and her current house in Florida. I am visiting her for the weekend from somewhere else, maybe New York, maybe Portland. I am younger, in my 20's. An old friend arrives. I'm excited and relieved to see him. He always makes things more interesting with his charm and ideas. I haven't seen him in a while. He often disappears for months and then pops up again. We are in the back of my mom's house/store. He is wearing a pair of creamy white long underwear. He asks me to put on a pair and cuddle with him for a bit under the covers. I do as he says. His embrace is warm. I feel a tremendous love for him. We kiss for a second and continue to cuddle. My mom knocks on the door. We get up and begin to clean the room. It's filled with large comforters and blankets. A baby appears. The baby is wearing dirty clothes and a hat that's much too large for its head. The baby speaks to me like an adult man. My friend says he's been working with homeless babies for years now. I feel proud of him and admire him from afar as he and the baby walk away.
