the Yellow Brick Road leads back to –
no, Toto, the Yellow Brick Road leads back to –
I woke up a little groggy.
So I didn’t stir much, ’cept to blink and let the cobwebs shake out of my brain.
But as I lay there, I had the strangest sensation I’d been there once before.
After only a few minutes the rest of me woke up too.
So I sat up.
And for some reason,
as I took in my surroundings –
my bedroom –
something seemed out of place.
It wasn’t anything in my bedroom,
everything was exactly where I remembered it being last night.
As much as I can remember.
Then the strangest feeling, idea, hit me between the eyes.
It made me blink.
I’m thinking it’s me that’s out of place.
But I couldn’t quite be sure of it.
Or actually be sure of anything right at this moment.
I shook my head to get rid of the cobwebs that lingered.
I slipped into my slippers and headed down stairs to the kitchen.
As I walked toward the breakfast nook, there was my roomie – Wilson.
Right where he usually is in the mornings.
Sittin’ in the windowsill soaking up the Sunlight.
Just like every morning.
When there’s sunlight to be had.
“Good morning my friend.”
He started to say,
“You are not gonna . . . “.
I didn’t let him finish,
‘cause,
instead of the Dawn of the Sun wakin’ me up,
a freight train hit me right between the eyes.
“No.
Wait!!!” I blurted out.
“You’re not gonna believe the dream I had last night!”
“No.!! interrupting me.
Wait ‘til you hear my dream!!!”
We both were taken aback.
And looked at each other w/ a complete and spooky disbelief.
Was Rod Serling was gonna mystically appear?
the END
BSOT
Ian
{p.s. ([{ to be continued . . . }]) }
me, the Dalai Lama & Jack Nicholson 