The Amish Girl in the Barn



I slept so poorly last night that I'm surprised I dreamed anything at all.  It was after 3 a.m. before I finally started dozing off and then my sleep after that was interrupted by tossing and turning and a cat jumping on me to make sure that I didn't almost go to sleep.

But alas, when my alarm went off at 5:45 and I realized:
  1. I actually made it asleep for more than a few moments.
  2. I apparently owned a nice little piece of land with a barn and horses and cows and farm animals.
  3. There was a runaway Amish girl who was hiding out in the barn taking care of the animals for us.
It was kinda sketchy at first when I discovered her there; even though it was our land, she had a bow and arrow aimed at me for fear that I was going to send her back to her family.  She was extremely skiddish and very emotionally damaged so I set about on the slow task of making her at ease, getting her comfortable around us (since it was our land, we weren't going to be the ones to leave, arrow or no arrow), and then earning her trust.

In the long run of it, things worked out great.  But there were some pretty iffy moments as she adjusted to people who weren't mean or abusive to her.  (This is not a statement on Amish people, it's just a dream and it just happened in that dream that she was Amish).  At the point that my alarm went off, she had loaded up a wagon (seriously) and we were all about to head off on a trip together.  



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Ashley Harris Wife & Mom

Ashley is a thirty-something wife and mother of two boys. She enjoys spending time with her family, as well as reading and decorating their home. Her blogging adventures began in 2006 as a single mother and have carried on through marriage and a new life with a husband, a ten-year-old, and an infant.

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