dream[1].

Spent two bucks to get home, see my mama, she was taking a nap and so I waited in the living room, sitting with a sort of plaintive feeling like I had done something wrong, window open just enough for the wind to lay over a potted fern, and I was just kind of staring for a bit, straight ahead at where our piano would be except I don't even recognize that it isn't there, and when I looked up she was at the top of the staircase and coming down, my sister behind her, then my father, as the stairs start to kind of bend so that they're leaned forward but not falling, and I'm just staring at them only walking and then stooping forward, still wondering how my mother was able to wake up so quickly, and what I even came home to do in the first place before it all ends.