Chapter 2:
In real life, Jonathan's mother was dead, but his father was old.
Jonanthan loved his mother. She was so beautiful and kind. Her name was Grace.
Grace died when Jonanthan was only 13. His father, Harvey was a lawyer. He was it seemed, always away on important cases. Harvey wanted his son to go to college to become a laywer like him. Instead, Jonathan went to college to become a business man.
Back to Jonathan's dream:
Jonathan liked being in his mother's arms.
"I must be a baby. I'm tiny and I'm in my mother's arms." Jonathan thought.
Grace cradled him and rocked him. Jonathan reached up and grabbed a strand of his mom's hair. He started sucking on it.
"Is my little Jonny-Wonny hungry?" Grace asked, carrying him to the kitchen.
Grace fixed him a bottle and carried him over to the rocking chair.
She sat down with him in her lap and handed him the bottle.
He was old enough that he could hold the bottle and feed himself.
As he sucked on the bottle, she gently rocked him.
Jonathan closed his eyes and relaxed.
When Grace felt her son was asleep, she placed him back in his crib.
Then she quietly walked out of the nursery, closing the door behind her.
"Being a baby is awesome! I don't have any responsiblities, I don't have to work for Charlotte and best of all, No Angelica!" Jonathan thought.
He could get used to this.
To be continued.