I would like to start off by thanking myself for the dream I had last night. It was kind of awesome, but I do have to say, Subconscious? You can do better:
I’m sitting in the driver’s seat of a car at a gas station, when none other than Tom Brady opens the passenger side door [...]
The cookout was in full swing; adults chatting on the deck, kids running around at play. I found him sitting by himself on the deck stairs, staring off in the distance.
“Watcha doing little man?”
He ignored my question and took me along with his thoughts.
“Mommy, how did we get our house?”
“Well, Daddy and I bought it.”