“Sometimes I don’t know if I really want to get married,” I told my mom. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, looking for a reaction. “Sometimes I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do.”

“Well,” she began. I could tell she was diplomatically searching for the right words. “You two have very… different characters.”

I felt a little panic rising in my stomach. “I don’t know. I think I want to call the wedding off,” I admitted. I thought about how everything was in place, and about how calling it off would change everything, forever. The panic rose faster.

Then suddenly I remembered: I wasn’t actually marrying that other guy, anymore. I was marrying the beau. I had merely forgotten! I WAS MARRYING THE BEAU INSTEAD. Relief flooded me. I turned back to my mom to tell her that now I actually couldn’t wait to get married, but before I could even open my mouth I woke up.

It was only a dream, but I couldn’t have asked for a better ending.*

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* Yow. Gettin’ smarmy up in heah.