I dreamt a wonderful dream last night. For a moment, all my troubles were gone. I was home safe in my parents house. No drama, no struggle to survive. I was on my bed, snuggling between clean fresh sheets and enjoying the laziness of the day. My mom was singing to the radio as she cooked her famous biscuits, eggs, sausage and gravy. My dad was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and pretending to read the newspaper as he watched my mom cook. My mouth watered as I waited for my mom to say breakfast was ready.
A noise, in the form of an 8 year old gutter-rat stomping up and down the hall, woke me from my dream.
I miss the old days. I miss the life I had.