This is what I thought it would be. A feast for family and friends. The longest dining table you could ever imagine. At
the end of the table pies galore. Apple, Cherry, pumpkin, pecan, sweet potato. Green bean casserole. Mac and cheese. Tossed salad. Cornbread stuffing. Cranberry sauce. Mashed potatoes. Buttered rolls. Honey baked ham. And the piece de resistance, a 15 lb golden roasted turkey. More than enough for everyone. But the chairs remain empty. No one magically appears. No one is walking through the door. Maybe this is a dream. At any moment, I will wake up in my bed in the middle of the night. I feel a stinging pain in my heart when I realize this is not a dream. This is truth. My reality. My grandparents have passed away. Aunts and uncles fighting each other. Cousins grown up and moved away. Friends who have lost touch with me and I have lost touch with them. I have responsibility in this too. I walk around the table and begin filling my plate. Small portions of everything. Whatever this is or wherever I am, the food smells real enough. I sit down at the head of the table and begin eating. The food is really good. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this is a dream. Any second. Any minute. Any time, I can wake up. The results will still be the same. Empty chairs... Life is but a dream.