Life’s menagerie
Her mind wandered over and through the dreams of the previous night, while she sat at the small kitchen table, staring out the open window, taking her first sip of coffee from her grandmother’s white bone china teacup, as the sun rose. She looked down at her wrist to see a beaded bracelet that was not there when she went to sleep. Her dreams are like movies…vignettes of characters, objects and places both known and unknown. A baby crying because she had dropped her pacifier, a lion and a set of zebra twins whom she followed up a winding path leading no where, somehow finding herself in a tub filled with yellow floating ducks, greeted at an unknown doorway by a Dalmatian dog, hugged by a man that carried a gun strapped in a holster under the arm of his black leather jacket. The images float in and out…later in the day as she walks down the street she is stopped by something that catches her eye, spilling out of an alley between 2 old buildings…a wall sculpture created out of “found objects.” What is real? What is a dream? Are we living our dreams?
Good night…Sweet dreams XO
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