Memories
Yesterday I had an old, surreal, and vague memory confirmed as fact. I've thought it could just have been a vivid dream, especially because the details are so hazy. But no: I saw a deer in a dining room. A live deer. Standing in a live dining room. On the other side of a live dining room table. It was in Mrs. Poe's house-she took in wounded animals and nursed them back to health. When my mom and I took a wounded bird to her, there was a deer in her dining room. Now she's dead, her house has been demolished (it was right by the Bahai Temple in Wilmette), and the deer is probably dead as well. But I remember seeing a deer in a dining room.