I was at a friend’s cabin over the weekend and I slept later than I normally sle...

I was at a friend’s cabin over the weekend and I slept later than I normally sleep and woke to the sound of the voices of people I love laughing and talking. There was the smell of coffee; there was the crackle of wood burning in the fireplace. I went back to sleep and dreamed about my mother’s waffle iron. Somehow, the waffle iron had turned into a spaceship and we were all on it and flying toward some distant, glowing planet.
When I woke up again, the sun was shining into my room. I lay th...