Dawning Creations

Last night I returned to a place that is familiar.
My old neighborhood looks the same, only more animated,
louder, and more colorful.
Jenny was still that chubby little girl bringing me
on one of her random excursions.
I am 24 years old and find it hard to keep up with her.
We whiz past my old house.
The blue tiles on the roof, looking the same as ever.
The small front porch is empty.
Inside the front window is bare.
There is no furniture, no light, no people.
Suddenly, we’re in Jenny’s old house.
Jenny’s grandmother is making us her usual,
a salami sandwich with american cheese and miraclewhip.
“Aren’t you a little old to be hanging around my granddaughter?”

Next, I’m outside again and Jenny is asking if I wanted to
meet Joe and a few other classmates at some nonexistent restaurant.
I agree to meet her there and decide to take a walk.
As I’m walking up the huge hill, the hill grows more and more of an incline.
I’m walking in the middle of the road on a once busy street.
out of nowhere, to the right of me, there’s a vineyard.
People wearing straw hats with pointed tips are picking the grapes.
To the left of me, everything is as it always was.
I cross to the right side where the people are picking grapes.
I think of my new friends where I currently live and start to get emotional.
I  started sprinting up the road, only to find that the incline became
even more defined.
The next thing I knew, I was on my knees, crawling to reach the top.
But the top of the hill no longer existed.
There was only a cloud of white space.
The little cracks in the sidewalk that I was using as a grip before,
were dissolving.
The sidewalk began to crumble underneath me.
I tried gripping something, anything.
My hands sunk into the dissolving sidewalk.
When I pulled them free, I was falling,
taking bits of the sidewalk reduced to sand with me.
Everything goes black and then I wake up.