I dreamt myself dreaming myself dreaming myself dreaming--
I woke up
on the mattress placed in our living room. I found a cat in my house—it’s the size of a Shiba, and its fur a vibrant orange, with stripes raven dark. I said to my mother, “What an odd looking cat.” She replied, “It’s just special, like you.” then laughed. The cat stared, with her sage green irises, not hostile—but not friendly. I randomly opened the door. A chocolate-y brown dog outside barged in. My father walked out from the kitchen—I think he’s making breakfast, even though we never eat together as a family. He questioned the dog's presence. We bathed it in our kitchen sink. The dog had a note, “I can’t deal with him anymore, I hope he finds a good home.” We washed the dog and realized: it’s actually a white dog, with chocolate-y brown spots. I asked my mother if we can keep him. To my surprise she said yes. I cheered——
I woke up
standing in front of floor-to-ceiling windows. Colorful birds nested on our balcony ceiling—velvet, speckled, navy, green—chirping offbeat. I looked out. Our balcony a garden amidst the city. Huge cabbages, radish, and onions—my favorites. The orange cat napped on the couch, beside another—lighter, with an oddly flattened face. I asked my mother why another. She shrugged, “They’re inseparable.” I asked about the birds. She didn’t know either. I asked if we really got a dog. I looked out again. My father working the garden—a man of action. He participates eagerly when my school projects require DIY. That’s how we bonded. I found a mini pig chewing on radish leaves. I tapped on the window, pointed it out to my father. He just laughed——
I woke up
in the house we're moving into soon. It's still under construction. I looked through the blueprint, and told the birds: there’s no way we can fit them all in. There were too many. I tried to arrange living space for all the animals, but couldn’t figure out the math. My head hurt. I spread out on the icy tile floor——
I woke up
The house was empty. I reached for my phone. 7:30. I walked crookedly to the windows, pulled the curtains open—no light shone in. I frowned. It should be daytime. My knees suddenly weak——
Iwokeup
My mother came to me. My father already off to work. She gently shook my shoulder, then caressed my hair. She said, “You have classes today.” I looked at her, but at the same time didn’t look at her. My mind in haze. My nails dig into my palm. It hurt. I then carefully asked——
Did we really get a dog?
Copyright © Jasmine Tsai | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment