5
In my dream, I stand in a snug room that seems carved out from layers of shale. A child’s bed sits in one corner, a small sandbox in the other. The walls are decorated with a child’s drawings. The tops of the paper have crammed between the stones to stay put. Someone didn’t want to throw a single thing away. The thought makes me smile.
There’s something safe and comforting about this place.
I’ve been here before, I know it.
White mist rolls across the floor covering me up to my knees. Looking down, I notice that I’m wearing a gray hooded cloak, which is strange. I went to sleep wearing boy shorts and a t-shirt, like always.
What a strange dream.
All of a sudden, a child’s laughter echoes behind me. Turning about, I try to see who’s here, but I only see the flash of a small body ra
