thedarksiren2 | dream #...androgynous

I don't know why I was waiting for that bus. I was an employee, had no business waiting with consumers to get on the buses, but I was waiting, waiting outside my high school, Denbigh High School in Newport News. I needed to get back to somewhere...some memory of dirty hippy fortune tellers and old patchouli. I felt rank, grotesque, loathing life and all the moaning, screaming angels around me. But I found the route number, and ran up to the bus.

She said,"Hop on in," and I think I had initially asked her if she was visiting Welcome House (another company that has a bunch of group homes in the Cleveland area). She said, "Sure," and I walked on board.

Sitting on what would be my right side facing the front of the bus, I leaned sighfully against the cold window and closed my eyes, the cold of the glass soothing my tired brain. Why did I leave my neighborhood? Why was that nasty hag telling people lies for money?

Just then, I felt a pink glow on my eyelids, and opened my eyes. Karen Haban was driving the bus, as it turned out, and she was pleased as a pea, smiling and bouncing in her chair.

I turned to look out the window; we were crossing a bridge, large trees growing taller than possible, but they were only trying to protect the light.

"Is that...Aurora Borealis?" I asked Karen.

"Uh-huh! Yup! Sure is!"

"WOW! I have never seen it before..." I placed both palms on the window and could feel the magic of those dancing fuschia and purple lights against them, warming the glass beneath my hands.

I watched and smiled, my heart elated.
This is how life should feel all the time, this sense of awe and magnificent wonder.

I woke to the sun shining in my bedroom.