I dreamt about being home again last night. I swear I could almost feel and smell the clean sheets. It felt like a weekend. On of those mornings, when you had a great night sleep: a familial smells wakes you. My mom was in the kitchen making her famous biscuits. I miss those biscuits. I miss the strawberry jam. I don’t know what woke me from my dream but it was a let down when I realized it wasn’t real.