A Dream and a Message to a Small Mouse

I woke this morning from a dream; I had gotten married. Like full-on, wear-the-dress, get-the-people-gathered married. The only thing was, there was no one I was marrying. My friend (who is not a florist) who was a florist agreed to make me my bouquet and finally agreed to step in as my future-wife. She even made me an engagement ring out of glass and silk. So I married her, with great joy during the ceremony, only she sat in the audience, because it wasn’t really her deal. She was only doing it for me. Which was fine. I hugged my father tearfully afterward and posed for joyous pictures. Some of the family wandered around, whispering about my lack of partner, etc.

Hm, that’s about it.


P.S. Get out of my house, little mouse.*
(*Benito the Mouselini’s cousin has no name yet. Suggestions welcome.)