Isolation Dreaming I.

A Little Story

“Mamma, what if we wake tomorrow and it’s all been a dream… what if this is all a dream? How weird would that be!”

I lay there and thought of what she had said

How her words brought with them a sense of calm

A sense of the surreal

And

A deep sense of sadness

I lay there and I thought of what she said

Reasoning

How a simple childish statement would make me want to cry

Quietly

A quiet

calm

cry

Made of little quiet tears

Those that longed for the past – the near and the distant

Those that longed for the future – foolishly, hopefully

And

Those that longed for the moment – to feel it before I thought it

Nostalgia

Hope

Gratitude

Our sorrows

And

Our optimism

The key ingredients

The recipe for my little quiet tears

I lay there and I thought about what she said

And it washed over me

Like a blanket of luke-warm tea

Is this really happening?

Is this really happening

Is this real

And happening?

I lay there and I thought about what she had said

The words

Felt slow

Lethargic

Muggy

Dreamlike

As though in a dream

Or Dreaming State.