1968


So long ago

This dream I am in says I am 4

Impossible

I haven’t even been born

My mother in a hurry

Edgy

Stopping quickly

House I have never seen

Quick knock

Pushing me inside

Go!! he will be fine

Alone now

Me

This lady

Dark paneling

Shag carpet

Cigarette smoke

Cookies baking

Underdog on the tv

Relaxed yet wary

Then as always

In exactly the same spot

I wake up…

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