I Dreamed a Dream

I dreamed I was invited to spend the weekend at a house. I do not know who invited me. I do not know where it was. All I know is that the house reminded me of the kinds of houses we lived in in college - circa 1950s, with white aluminum siding, crooked metal awnings, porches with fake wrought iron holding up the corners, cracked linoleum and cheap paneling inside, except for the kitchens painted white to hide the layers of years' worth of paint and grime. I didn't know anyone else there except for Him.

I wasn't particularly surprised to see him for some reason. We spent the whole weekend politely avoiding each other. I don't remember anything we did while we were there until the last day. A few of us were carrying out trash and mopping up a floor that was sticky for some reason. Somehow the two of us were the only people in the kitchen. We edged into a little pantry alcove, where he leaned against the wall, and I leaned against him. He was wearing a gray t-shirt, and was solid yet comfortable at the same time.

I woke up almost immediately, with a feeling of having very noticeably, physically relaxed. As in, just letting go, and not feeling that I had to to be in control of everything, even if just for a minute.

I laid in bed for another five minutes, trying to get that feeling back.