Dream Three

I was asleep in my upstairs bedroom. My husband was
sleeping quietly, his soft rhythmic breathing lulled me to
sleep.

Dreamland swept me downstairs to the living room.
Rama carefully, meticulously wrapped the purple satin
garment around me until it was perfect. Each fold of the
garment was arranged with care. This was an initiation.

I was back in my bedroom, glancing towards the corner
window. I noticed that the curtains were softly blowing,
and a gentle sweet breath of night air swept into the room.
I was drawn to the windows. As I moved towards the small