Soma

In the dream I am young
It is snowing and I am tunneling
Making paths through feet of snow
the air is that sleepy shade of grey
Then it jumps
Goes all fuzzy
I'm standing at the top of the stairs
Of the house on 4th street
In pajamas with feet
shadows move and grow below
voices shouting
I am three
I think
but somewhere in the back of my brain
I know it is a dream
I am really 36
sleeping in a king sized bed
Sleeping beside a woman who is carrying
a new life inside her that I helped create
and so these shadows and raised shouts don't frighten me
I dream remnants of my past
and wear them like medals of honor