Dream House

I have had a crazy day today. I had to go to the apartments and collect for my paper route. Half of the people weren’t home and I was in the halls for three hours. I hope that I can catch everybody else tomorrow.

I rode my bike by the school before I came home. It looked sad and lonely. There wasn’t anybody there today. It is Saturday and I guess the guys are playing in the neighborhood.

The nets in the basketball goals have been replaced. I hope they last longer than the old ones. We hate to play when half of the net is hanging down in the way. We tried to fix one of them the other day after school but it was impossible.

I stopped by the Candy Lady’s house on the way home. She is so nice. I don’t know how she remembers us all. There is no way to get more than one piece of candy per day from her. She is so sweet to all of us. She reminds me of my Grandmother, but she is much older. Today she gave me a caramel.

I finally got home. I know mom is going to ask me to cut the grass. I noticed that it is getting a little shabby. Maybe I’ll cut it tomorrow morning. My cat Too-Too is sleeping in the backyard… She squinted at me when I dropped my bike off in the driveway.

I grabbed a glass of milk and turned on the TV. There was nothing on channel 3 or on channel 10… so I curled up on the couch and fell asleep listening to the birds chirping outside of the window.

I had a crazy dream… I was walking up a driveway with some mail in my hand… but I don’t think it was me… I guess I was my dad, because when I saw my reflection in the window on the way inside of a house, I was all grown up. I looked like my dad...

There were homework papers on the table inside… but it wasn’t my work. There was a load of laundry folded up on the couch… but it wasn’t my laundry. There were pictures of kids on the side tables and on the walls of the hallway… but they weren’t kids in my class. There were stuffed animals in the bedrooms and toys on the floor… but they weren’t my toys. There were beds that were neatly made and posters and pictures on the walls… but they weren’t mine.

The house smelled sweet and clean… the colors on the walls were deep and rich… it felt comfortable… it felt peaceful… there was something familiar about it all… I felt as though I belonged…

I peeked out of the window and noticed that the grass looked a bit shabby… I guess I needed to find a lawn mower and cut the grass. Maybe it could wait until tomorrow morning. I saw a cat napping in the grass next to a bicycle and she squinted at me as I leaned forward to see the details of her face…

I woke up in a blur and tried to remember everything I saw in my dream. I checked my room and saw my posters… my bed… my toys and my clothes. Everything seemed in order… I felt like I belonged… I felt comfortable…

I liked the house of my dream… I hope I can visit again some day… I hope I can feel the same feelings… I hope I can feel like I belong there…


Shannon R Killman