Friday evenings, I find myself at home, melting into a recliner, where I weed the workweek’s chaos out of my mind.
I inevitably surrender, first to sleep, then to a dream in which I’m floating like smoke toward a horizon that separates time from space. Below me, the face of every surface is smiling and I’m smiling back.
While drifting through herds of pearl-white clouds, a dreamy voice whispers,” You cannot stay here”.
A poke to center of my chest ends the dream.
I see my wife, she says, “Dinner”.
With a grin, I follow her to the dining room.
I inevitably surrender, first to sleep, then to a dream in which I’m floating like smoke toward a horizon that separates time from space. Below me, the face of every surface is smiling and I’m smiling back.
While drifting through herds of pearl-white clouds, a dreamy voice whispers,” You cannot stay here”.
A poke to center of my chest ends the dream.
I see my wife, she says, “Dinner”.
With a grin, I follow her to the dining room.
