A blank nothingness of a ceiling. Floating dreams lazily drifting from one corner to another
Stationery piled clumsily on a white desk,
trying to look polite and tidy.
Are unfolded, pillows are not fluffed, stuffed animals sit quietly on the bed,
as lonely as they seem.
lights are Dimmed, stars Twinkle, the moon bobs up and the night sweeps us away to dreamland.
In the morning, the curtains flutter cheerily and our dream catching jobs are over.
The Friendship Treaty, taped on a vast white wall, stares
unblinkingly back at us.
Fading laughter and the past and caught up in the same net as the present
two swirling beams gathering together, joining forces
Memories and music whistle through the house with every step, breath, and touch. A yellow blob
pops up and I realize:
it’s another day.