Dreaming

This is a dream I had (well it is exaggerated, but the basis of it is there).

I was there, sitting huddled in the remnants of my coat, tugging the thing tufts further around my thin frame. A cowering hovel surrounded me, a signal of my life. Day began to dawn, the first flits of rays falling from the sky, landing on the bare patches of my skin. A bird called in the distance, a crow maybe, or a sparrow. I looked towards the sky, waiting for the caller to streak across in a blur of grey. None came. I was alone. As the thought passed through my mind my father appeared, tramping across the earth. My mother was gone, as was my sisters, never to return again to this world. I did not know how or when, I just knew that it was only my father and I left. Had I once had a brother?

My father sat down beside me, and for some time we just sat there, soaking in the sun as it completed its rise to the sky. Somewhere, far away from us, people would just be waking, pulling back their laced curtains as they brushed their teeth in their multi-lit mirrors. But here, the moon was our curtain, our mirror our memories.

We spoke a bit then, my father and I; casual things, things of no importance. After a while, we got up, dusting dirt off our mangy clothes. I left my coat lying limp on the ground, it would not be needed.   

He walked ahead of me, pacing the way as I followed. The day was bright, the air was cool; I felt like dancing. We were meeting some friends, their own little shack a welcoming existence. Heads bowed we slipped through the door, coming to present ourselves to those like us.

We spent the hours talking, whiling away the time as the sun began its descent. Occasionally, a bird would call, and each time I would rise my eyes to look through the hole in our covering, waiting for the streak to fly across the sky. Each time there was none.

When we left, night was beginning to dawn, the moon already hiding its transparency. I ate my meagre meal, drank my meagre drink.

Once more, I huddled under my coat, thin rags pinned by cold. I knew that I would always eat like this, I knew that this would always be my home, I knew that this was my life. But I always knew that here I was happy, here I felt at peace; and I did not wish for more.

 

Reviews

[Tegon Maus]

A little to many adjectives... use a few less and let it flow by itself