by Duckypin » June 10th, 2020, 3:04 pm
Dear Wohermiston,
I must admit that the visit to my childhood home was a thought that I immediately dismissed. However, that night I had a dream. It was of my bedroom when I was about 12. I shared the room with my 2yo brother. One side was my bed and dresser and the other his crib, with its crinkly mattress, his dresser stock full of appropriate clothes and stacks of diapers on top. In the bathroom, I was not so attentive to sounds as I was of the yellow diaper pail and the plastic pants hanging to dry on the shower rod. Somehow in the dream, it all became mine. I keep revisiting the memory and it is amazing.
Many thanks!