The Joy of Dreaming By Ann Ferguson I remember the moment I realized that I had stopped dreaming. My fiancée was repairing my desk’s keyboard tray that kept falling off the tracks. We were about four months away from starting our new life together. He was really anxious to get me into a better situation than the one I was living in. He was under the desk, laying on his back, twisting a screwdriver. “Are you ready to start dreaming with me?” It caught me off guard. I didn’t dream. I made the best of what was offered to me, and [...]