Street In My House
A strange dream awoke me. With glazed eyes, I surveyed
that about me. What happened to my bed! My night attire
had been replaced by outdoor clothing layered so to find comfort
in all kinds of weather. Spinning around, I noted that I was not even
in a bedroom. I was outside with pavement, trees, a bird taking to flight.
Maybe, I was still asleep. Had I found another dimension! Reality
and sanity combined to deny foolishness. Perhaps, if I shut my eyes
for a few moments, open them rapidly, I would be back in bed again.
I tried that, I really did! To no avail! I was in a somewhere street.
Stubbornly, I walked down the weather baked pavement, thinking
to walk through the exit of my bedroom to another room. I know, a
silly thought! But, I was determined to leave a strange new dream and
then really awake, still in bed. The pavement won. I kept walking.
“Hey, be careful on that bike, there’s a car coming,” I cautioned a
child wobbling from side to side on a shining new looking bike.
I’ve seen her before, I thought, but this is only a dream, something
my mind made up….”Oh, well.” She was gone before I could take
another look. I walked on without choice of direction; the pavement
continued but one way and effort to divert the path failed. So strange!
Finally! Coming to the street corner, I had two directions to decide upon.
The upper part of my body turned one way and my feet chose the other.
Again, no choice! Somehow, I didn’t mind this forceful urge. The houses
on both sides were not complete strangers; it’s as if they smiled at my
presence as I passed, at least it so seemed. Smiling doors, nonsense!
Keep walking, I thought. Maybe, my old real dream is ahead.
One house held my attention. Possibly, it was due to an exuding aroma.
It was a pleasant food aroma and I stopped to enjoy recall of then,
It was a familiar sensation “from the past,” a reminder felt of some
dreams that were common long ago. This door also smiled! Except, that,
unlike the others, this door opened and a woman’s familiar voice called out,
“Honey, come in, dinner’s ready.”
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