yes she was, but her name had a few different syllables. and she had crazy monkey fingers she would dig into my chest. i don't know whose baby she was, but there were a lot of people around. she was mighty furry and fuzzy and all sorts of monkey colors -- tawny, brown, black and gold.
there was all kinds of good food around, too. and i wanted a ginger ale. the sodas were stacked along the walls in shelves. i asked emily for advice.
then my alarm went off and i knocked over my water and my beautiful dream was obscured. i remembered the images as i was biking over the bridge to work.