The Running Dream
“When I wake up, I cry like I always do, but my tears are interrupted by the memory of something new in the dream.
A mermaid fountain.
A mermaid fountain and Rosa, waving from her porch as I run by.
In the dream I don’t really see her. I don’t turn my head and look. She’s a ghost on the porch, a cloudy vapor to my right.
But I know she’s there.
I know it’s her.
I wonder about her appearing in the dream. The dream’s been the same for so long, and this new dimension feels a little … invasive. This... is my dream. My escape to the place I love most in the world. The roads, the river, the trees, the bridge … Sherlock gives me a hopeful nudge and lets out a soft whine.
“Sorry, boy,” I tell him. “After school we’ll throw the ball, okay?”
He hasn’t given up on our old routine but seems to like the new one just fine. I give him a hug and a nuzzle, and it crosses my mind that after I get my leg, I could walk him over to Rosa’s.MoreLess
A mermaid fountain.
A mermaid fountain and Rosa, waving from her porch as I run by.
In the dream I don’t really see her. I don’t turn my head and look. She’s a ghost on the porch, a cloudy vapor to my right.
But I know she’s there.
I know it’s her.
I wonder about her appearing in the dream. The dream’s been the same for so long, and this new dimension feels a little … invasive. This... is my dream. My escape to the place I love most in the world. The roads, the river, the trees, the bridge … Sherlock gives me a hopeful nudge and lets out a soft whine.
“Sorry, boy,” I tell him. “After school we’ll throw the ball, okay?”
He hasn’t given up on our old routine but seems to like the new one just fine. I give him a hug and a nuzzle, and it crosses my mind that after I get my leg, I could walk him over to Rosa’s.MoreLess
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