Dream

Home, my small place for one. I sat down on my couch to put together the events of today.

"Did that really happen", I think to myself.

Putting leftovers in the microwave for dinner, staring at the microwave lights. Suddenly in my head I hear a child's laugh so familiar for it once was my own as a child.

My memories try to peep back in my life but I quickly hide them away.

The past is just too painful to bring up in the present.

And some nights I often have dreams, well more like flashbacks of the past. But I pray tonight these dreams give me a break.

I ate my meal slowly and watched some shows on the television, but only by channel surfing.

I could feel the sleep taunting me as I laid down on my couch, my eyes blinking away out of sight. And as I was drifting to sleep a particular phrase of a show playing began to echo as I slowly fell asleep.

"Get ready, get ready, get ready...."

"The fading memories can never hide the past,

The greatest of pains you felt as a child are the ones to last.

You may try to hide the past but it comes in a different form,

You may shut the windows of your mind but there's an open door.

Face your past or it will face you,

And if it so you'd not like what you see.

Face your past or it will face you.

Hear these wise warnings from me."

_Dream