Dream Love
Eileen Sheehan, Ailene Frances, E.F. Sheehanwhy did my dream feel so realthe man of my dreams bookout of my dreams bookhave you dreamed this man
She smiled, patted my hands, tucked the blankets around me like one would a child, and left the room.
The bars were set on a timer to lower at sunset, but the windows needed to be manually darkened. That particular night, the windows in my room were left clear. I lay on my side and looked out at the brilliant moon as it mingled with a sea of stars. It was beautiful.
I sat up in bed and peered into the moonlit night. My bed was only a few feet from the window, so I was able to see the rippling water reflecting the yellow gold rays onto the colorful trees of Indian Summer that bordered it. It was a picture perfect view.