Don’t go, he said. I’ll fix everything.
You’ve had a year.
All you had to do was ask?
I did.
Your wish is my command. Anything.
Can you create sunlight?
I’ll paint the walls bright yellow.
And warmth?
Just use a little imagination, he chuckled.
All right, I will, here goes.
I am following the sunlight. Crossing street after street I wait until a door calls my name and then. I enter. One luminous room after another. I lie on the warm wood floors while my heart and mind resettle.
Home.