Two babies, two cars, a mortgage, and depression I just couldn’t shake. What was wrong with me, I wondered. Was I missing something? Is there more to life, I’m not seeing? I prayed to the Heavens.
Six months, I dreamt of returning to my childhood home. Every time, I remarked the same changes: the blue wall-to-wall carpet was replaced with red in the living and dining rooms, and geometric patterns running up the stairs; and one wall in my sister’s old bedroom was bricked. Whereas we had a dog, the dream residents had a cat. Always, I would exit through the back door, where I would fall and jolt awake.
One day, driving past the place, I noted an Open House sign and went in. There was the red carpet, the designs on the stairs, and the bricked wall in my sister’s old room.
Shaken, I passed the cat in my haste to exit – out the front door.
Ask and be answered –
Source listened, and delivered –
a resounding “Yes!”
(Written for dVerse pub, hosted tonight by Merrill. The challenge is to write a haibun on the topic of transition. I am also linking this to my weekly challenge, where the prompt is veil. Although I did not use the term in this piece, I felt as if a veil had been lifted.)