I
had a dream last night that I was talking to one of the boys in the E.
28th bedroom, sitting on the edge of bed. I said, Isn't that something,
you're a twin and now you have twin brothers. Where are they?, I said
in a panic. In the corner, opposite the window, I found two tiny babies
up on a shelf in what looked like shoe boxes.
In
the book I'm reading, CUTTING FOR STONE, the twins are placed in their crib apart, but by
morning they are in a V-formation, touching at the head. That's how
they were in the womb, slightly conjoined at the head but then separated
immediately at birth. I remember our boys in the T-formation in the
morning.
The dream must have come from my remark in the kitchen last night about being the son of a twin and father of twins.
