dream buns

I made these Sunday
morning.

They are delicious.

So much so that, the next morning,--early Monday morning, I had the strangest dream...

I dreamed that all my siblings were spending the night at my house. (This really WAS a dream!)

Picture also from lizzy.

For some reason, the lights didn't work, so everything was dark.

Steve got up early to go to work and he ate a cinnamon roll.

I dreamed that I was sleeping in my bed dreaming of eating one too.

Some of my siblings were awake and moving about the house.

I could hear them.

I thought, "No one better eat my cinnamon roll."

In my dream, I slept a little more. (I am actually THAT boring, that I dream of myself sleeping.)

Then I woke up and stumbled through the dark into the kitchen.

I opened the fridge.

They were gone.

GONE.

GONE!!

"How did all the cinnamon rolls get eaten!? They were mine! I made them and no one even saved me one?!"

The lights came on and the guilty looks from all my siblings told me what they did.

Rude.

Then I woke up...for reals.

And realized I had 6 glorious cinnamon rolls waiting for me and only me.

Middle-child-paranoia never really dies, does it.

That is how much I love these.