This is a "work-in-progress" short story that may take some time. I will work on it when I can, and finish it when I can. It is based on a series of dreams I have had over the years. Enjoy!
"The words are hard to find, from the banks of chaos in my mind" -The Police
In my
dream I see a house. It is not a large house, yet not a small one. From the outside it has two stories, eleven windows, and two doors. It is constructed mainly of red brick, the roof is tiled with black shingles, and there is a wooden deck connected to the back. There is a driveway that leads up to the
garage which is connected to the front of the house and is sealed off with a big white metal door. There is a wide front yard full of green grass, and three thin trees guard the left edge of the yard.
From the outside it appears like an average American household, as for the inside. . .
