When I close my eyes ... in the dark of night
For months now, when Mar'i has dreamed, they have been ordinary dreams. Fragments of her childhood mixed with worries that she'll be up in front of her classmates totally unprepared for her latest presentation salted with bits and pieces of a day's events.
But tonight as she sleeps, she is flying over what looks like a very typical stretch of suburbia. There are half a dozen basic versions of houses, each with a 2-car garage (with basketball hoop mounted over the driveway) and a neatly trimmed patch of bright green lawn. The weather is perfect. The streetlights work.
Why, then, does she smell something funny? What is it?
She flies over the curving streets named after trees that were cut down years ago, trying to identify the scent.
Something burned. Leaves? Something on the grill? No ... though it was making her think of food....
Fruit....
Something else, too.
Scorched apple pie? What could that mean?
But tonight as she sleeps, she is flying over what looks like a very typical stretch of suburbia. There are half a dozen basic versions of houses, each with a 2-car garage (with basketball hoop mounted over the driveway) and a neatly trimmed patch of bright green lawn. The weather is perfect. The streetlights work.
Why, then, does she smell something funny? What is it?
She flies over the curving streets named after trees that were cut down years ago, trying to identify the scent.
Something burned. Leaves? Something on the grill? No ... though it was making her think of food....
Fruit....
Something else, too.
Scorched apple pie? What could that mean?