Two babies, unraveling Sweater, and the empty Grocery store

"I was sitting on the floor of a sunlit living room I’ve never seen before, trying to pack a suitcase for a trip I didn't plan. On a blanket next to me were two tiny babies sleeping side by side, dressed in identical yellow onesies. I knew deep down they were mine, even though I don't have children, and I felt this frantic need to keep them warm. I picked up one of them to hold it, but when I looked back down at the blanket, the second baby had somehow turned into a soft wool sweater that was unravelling. I started searching around under the couch for the other baby, my heart hammering, but then suddenly I was standing inside an empty grocery store holding two heavy paper sacks. When I looked inside the bags, the two infants were both sound asleep on top of loaves of bread, breathing softly in sync. I stood there in the middle of the quiet aisle with this disorienting, swirling haze in my mind, unable to figure out how I was supposed to get us all back home."