I’ve been having a recurring dream lately. I am lying down in the bedroom, laptop open while I play a game or mess around on Twitter. I am watching an episode of Buffy or Angel in the background. The kids are out of the house somewhere, probably at daycare so I can work. Emily is at work because she actually works. I drift off.
I wake up to a smell, pungent and thick smoke. My eyes sting. I leap out of bed and rush to the kitchen, where I see a pan on the stove, heating through to burning. I remember that I had started making dinner for my family, but had only gotten as far as putting the pan on the heat before wandering away. I grab a towel and remove the pan to the sink. I turn off the stove element, hoping I haven’t done too much damage.
I try to decide between starting to make dinner again, or taking the easy route and spending money on take-out.
I wake up.