Welcome to my world

- This is for a contest, only for a contest, not a real life experience - I am not depressed and do not consider my children banshee (well, maybe sometimes - lol)

After this, nothing would ever be the same. The dream rang a sonata in my mind, an angelic smile, melody of unconditional love and ballet of forever being wanted. The stage clears, the lighting dims transitioning to dark overture, unsettling queasiness, and a deep desire inside my soul that change is soon to come. I feel her presence blow freely through my body and lift me up, but not pull me from the depression of the dark changes. The wind rustling through the curtains ushered her from my mind, the light of the day peeking into the room and a chill in the air kept me comfortable under the comforter. I lost myself in this serene morning and my thoughts drifted away. This is peace, dream gone and saved for a later time.
A screech jerked me from my perfect start and sent my heart pounding. I bounded from my bed cold and shaken. Instantly and disoriented, I scrambled around looking for the piercing sound. A baby cry, why this early, at the crack of dawn? Who could be so horrid to wreck this perfect morning!
The sound came from the room next door. To my realization, it was a baby, and it was mine, screeching like a banshee. How brutal and sudden. I completely forgot about the flabby stomach muscles, extra weight and lack of sleep. In my perfect morning dream I danced about with a flat stomach and eight hours of sleep. Welcome to my world.