It was the newspaper from my parents hometown.
The headline was big, and loud:
TWO SISTERS, THREE SETS OF TWINS.
It was about me and my sister.
My sister is pregnant with twins. I have twins that are almost nine.
The article was about our lives and how I had twins in 1998 and then suffered infertility. My sister found out she was pregnant with twins and amazingly, my infertility just "cleared up" and I got pregnant. And it was even more twins! Twins galore! Twins everywhere! Twins, twins, twins!
In the article there were pictures of my sister and I. We were smiling and happy and holding our babies. She and I were close to each other and helping one another raise our little babies.
Then I woke up.
I reached down to feel my stomach. Not quite flat, but definately not pregnant either.
It was really nice while it lasted. A lot better than that dream I have all the time where my teeth are falling out.
I really miss my sister.