A House With Many Rooms

   It is a still day where I wake up in a room that feels comfortable because it seems familiar.

   I walk around the room which leads me to to the rest of the house that shows how perfectly lived in it was with wooden furniture dressed in a warm colored furnishings. Sometimes I can walk into a room and see my father and he is young, smiling and laughing while he is looking at me with love as I tell him about a dream I had where in another universe there is another man who looks like him but suffers a different fate.

   I see my mother and she feels different and I think she loves me now. The story seems to amuse her too. I am happy in this still day that suddenly seems to fade. 

   As I start to walk in other parts of the house from the living room and come upon a light brown wooden door and when I opened it there is a bare but not abandoned hallway that seems seemly alive in its quietness. I come to realize that at the end of the hallway there are more doors of rooms that I did not know about and I need too.