Dream

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There is a place between waking and sleep, between light and dark, where I can forget. I live my dream there, that one from when I was young, naive and brimming with possibility.

There is light filling the rooms of my home, wooden floors and bright rugs, crackling fires in a stone fireplace. There are books and music and family, friends and friends who are family. There are loud, messy meals with laughter and deep conversations and a place at the table for anyone who comes. There is joy and peace and a deep, deep love for life in all of its beautiful chaos.

This is where my soul is alive, in the dream between spaces where possibilities lie.

This is what my soul remembers when waking to a life devoid of color in a house that is never home.

This is what my soul believes in, against all odds, against all reason.

There is a place between waking and sleep, between light and dark, where hope lives.

November 14, 2017November 14, 2017 by janisinwonderland Tags: dream, hope, life, possibility 8 Comments