-Glimpses of a Daydream-

I’ve imagined it hundreds of times. I see the clouded vision take place in my head. Details have been set since a seven-year-old girl arranged her bedroom in just such a manner, and thought about how, someday, she would be able to share it with others. Suddenly, all becomes clear. The scent of freshly-baked bread being sliced by my own hands reaches me. I watch myself move to the roughened round table of unpolished wood, where several art projects seem to have been created by the several children whose laughter echoes from the garden- I wish I could see their precious faces. One-two-three-four-five dishes: I pull them out of the cupboard, count them, and lay the table, tracing the rim of the different colored, mismatched plates, underneath which the plain woven place-settings add more character than anything else. There’s an old rustic charm to this tiny room.  From whence did those giggles enter? I glance around, and catch the open window facing west, six o’ clock sunlight like liquid gold streaming through. Handmade curtains of palest yellow just billow as a brisk breeze tugs at them. Suddenly, a man enters the room, Bible in hand: a face I can’t clearly make out. I smile and greet him, floured apron and all, turning from setting the table.  We laugh together. I pour him of glass of water with a slice of the fresh lemon from a tree just outside; and he leaves to wash. Dinner is pulled from the oven… fresh herbs from the garden send forth a new aroma. The cooling bread is laid in a basket and covered with a colorful cloth. As I call out the door, one of the little girls runs in with a small bouquet of wildflowers, eyes twinkling. Contentedness is a common feeling as dessert is slid into the still-warm oven just before we sit, and my little family gathers around the table to pray blessings on the meal. Twilight falls; stars twinkle in the sky. Two hours have passed, but I feel as if I’ve lived here forever... if only in my heart.

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the timer beeps, awaking me from my little day-dream. "Oh, don't go yet!" 

but it slips away. and i'm left to remain content and smile at the future days when i'll watch the rediscovery.  

*a small writing assignment for my class told me to write about a place I have visited in my mind. My future home immediately came to mind, thus, the above. :)