Ship's Log | To Boldly Go

For the first time since I arrived on this ship, I dreamed about home.

It was nothing extravagant, just the people close to me sitting around the dinner table and enjoying a meal. The odd thing was that my mother was there, sitting with my dad and chatting with my best friend and my husband as if they had known one another for years. It's a scene that I had wished for since she died, but I've never had a dream like that until now.

It's odd what your mind can conjure up.