It’s all blurry, and that’s how I know I’m dreaming again. But it’s so nice to see you here, with small eyes and kind nature. I can even feel you … it seems so real, but then I remember you’re dead.

On to the next one in a whirlwind of colors, and I see the first home where I lived. It’s alive, though, and filled with noise and fun. It hasn’t been that way for a while, so, again, I must be dreaming.

“Hey!” Someone calls to bring me from my reverie. I turn to see me. Face to face with myself, I want to smile but can’t bring myself to do so. I’m young then, not what I look like now. It’s too much to bear. Wake up - wake up - WAKE UP!