The Day I Won't Remember

     It's that fleeting hour of the day when the moon and sun are high and bright at the same time. Like many things in my life, these summer nights won't last much longer. I sit quietly on a bench at the edge of the lake. The light reflects off the water's edge, illuminating the world around me. Peace. That's all I feel. I won't allow my thought to taint this beautiful moment. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the fresh breeze. I'll miss this view. I'll miss the sound of the water. I'll miss the peacefulness of it all. 
     The sun slowly sinks into the lake, leaving me with the dim glow of the moon. I close my eyes as a tear slips down my cheek. I reopen them to find myself in a car. I look around, confused by my surroundings. Where am I? How did I get here? A man walks up and opens the door. "Come on, Mom, it's time to go inside," he says. He helps me up and we begin walking toward a building. "Where am I," I ask. "This is your new home," he replies dolefully. We enter, and a smile spreads across my face.
I'm home.