Thursday, July 3, 2025

Dream

 

She woke up from the strangest dream.

Looking around, all she could think of was, “We’re not in Kansas anymore” which was weird, because she hadn’t been in Kansas.

The big old house was sweetly familiar, yet vaguely different.

There were people in the house, but they walked right past her like she didn’t exist.

An old man entered the room and reached out his hand to her. “Can they see you?” she asked, and he smiled and shook his head. Then they went out to work in his garden, just like they had when she was a little girl.

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