Dawning Creations

I keep having the same dream.

It happens just before I’m to wake.

I cannot comprehend why.

I continue to ask myself what the large red victorian brick house is to me and why it feels like home.

The pool in the yard is small but not shallow, and neighbors are nowhere to be found.

What does this mean?

Im wondering and wandering about this place with avid curiosity, searching all rooms.

There’s a song without clear lyrics in the vast rooms playing.

My room is full of things familiar and unfamiliar.

I am me but different.

I am searching for my childhood toys with ferocity and a wide smile.

Work alarm clocks blare and my phone light blazes but I don’t attend.

I’m absent, blissfully or mistakenly.

I can’t decide.

So much happens so fast in this brick victorian dream home.

Sometimes I wake wondering if I was dreaming at all.

It seems so real.

Too real.