it is dark

it is dark.
the hallway creeks as my feet step, tentatively, on the floorboards.
it is dark.
i am alone in the house.
If not for the dog next door, and the beetles and the ants, i might be lonely.

but how could i be lonely with myself. together, me, and i - we have so much to dream about. i dream about what it would be like to go dancing in the rain tonight. i dream about what it would be like to climb the backyard tree and sing until i fall asleep in one of her branches.

i dream about what it would be like to live in a world that loves.

i’m left only to my dreams. tomorrow i will wake to a dreamless world until night falls once again,until the floor creaks once again, and my feet find their way in the darkness.