A little white house sat in the middle of the street
Its shingles were black
Its windows wide
A huge gorgeous tree shaded the yard
It was our house
And everything was perfect
From the sunshine on my skin
To the your laugh in the air
To the daughter you pulled close to your chest
She looked just like us
With my eyes and your hair
She was everything
And she was perfect
Our lives were perfect
Everything was lovely
And we were happy
I wake up
The ideals of the dream fresh on my mind
It haunts me for the rest of the day
AN: We all know that nap dreams are crazy. It was kinda like an episode of The Twilight Zone. Everything was perfect and I was this cutesy housewife from the '50s but there was an underlying tone of dread. So that was weird. I'm stilled freaked out by it.
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Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoetryA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.
