When I woke up, my head was against a pillow on a car door. I opened my eyes a little wider. What? I lift my arm and bang on the window. I must have been kidnapped or something. Been there. Done that.
"Calm down, Madelyn." A soft, nostalgic voice calls me.
"Huh?" I answer.
I look to the front of the car. A tall, brown-haired man smiles from the rear view mirror.
"Dad?" I say, feeling stupid because there is no way my dad is here.
"Yep," he looks down on the road.
"DAD?" I yell realizing he just agreed. This isn't a dream? He looks at the tears streaming down my face.
"Stop crying sweetie," he tears up.
"I want to hug you," I cry.
"Take a nap hun," he insists.
I snuggle my face into the blankets. It's a dream. Right? Yes, yes most definitely. Something in me wants me to believe it's true.