This post inspired by Ragtag Daily Prompt: Dream
Where am I?
These houses all look different.
I’ll keep walking.
I know the school bus dropped me off at the same place.
How could I be…lost?
Did I make a mistake?
I’ll keep walking…maybe up ahead.
But that house is the wrong color.
And it’s up so high.
Oh no what should I do?
It’s so hard to walk up this hill.
Why won’t my legs move faster?
There was never a hill.
I don’t know what to do.
These are all strangers!
Where is my house?
Where is my family?
I’m all by myself.
A recurring dream from over 50 years ago…waking me up in the middle of the night. Heart hammering in my chest. Eyes snapping open in the dark. Hands clutching the sheets.
Relieved I was in my own bed…in my room..in my house…my breathing would eventually slow. My eyes closing…
Sleep would return to my 7 year old self.
My 8 year old self.
My 9 year old self.
The illusion of safety assured for another night.