Another Place, Another Time

Everything's fine. I'm sheltered on a sweet cabana, laying poolside, facing the sun, listening to the waters crashing and the giggles of children.

 

I close my eyes. I am awake, but I dream. Of a better place. Of a better me. 

Brought to a lone land, to another time, I cringe. I fear. This is the unknown. And I am out of my own control. But this. This strange place is where my mind always wander to. So faraway from everything. So far away from the usual.

A whisper of my name takes me back to the hour, and I am brought back to the usually-guilty-when-happy me. I am that, now.  

I am not one for great changes. I often settle for routine now. Unlike the 'about the author' that I've written a lifetime ago, a person ago. 

And just when I've finally admitted all these, the brother tells me something that Papa has told him once. And I am wide awake.

Hugs. Kisses. And let's not be rolling stones. Or let us be. As long as we are actually living.