Dad

I had a dream last night....

I fell down somewhere and ended up in my bed in lots of pain.  I was in my old twin size bed that I that I tossed in 2003 when I moved back to Long Island.  As I laid down trying to fight through the pain, I turned to my left and my Dad was rubbing my back.  Then helped me sit up.  My hair was a mess for some reason and my Dad took out a comb and started to comb my hair.  He combed a part down the middle and stopped.  I looked at my Dad and said to him "Daddy you are always here to take care of me"

Then I woke up