It's a new dawn...

Last night I had a strange dream.

I raided my mom's closet for something to wear. I was searching feverishly. I needed something, ANYTHING. This was quite a task because my mother is the tiniest little woman. I know you wouldn't think so looking at me. But my mother is like 5 foot and maybe an inch or two. She forgets to eat. REALLY. she forgets to eat for like 2 or 3 days at a time. I feel like I am leaving a lil puppy who can't fend for itself when I leave her. I know she will become stressed and not have the will to eat. Thank God for her Mochas. I believe that is the only thing with caloric value that keeps her lil heart a'beatin.

back to my strange dream....

She was throwing everything off the hangers in her closet and randomly tossing them onto the bed. I don't know what I was thinking, in reality there is NOTHING she owns that I would fit into. I picked dress after dress after dress. So a dress it is. Which is also something I never wear. I stretched the material over my bodice and they all fit. One right after another. I started hugging my curves. I would twirl about in front of the mirror. Every dress hugged me in the right places. I felt sultry and comfortable in my own skin. I kept searching for the right dress to match my mood. Getting frustrated with the endless selections of floral pansy summer dresses I threw them up in the air. There lost underneath the fluff of the former was my dress. A corsetted bodice, purple and black. I slide into the velvety material and goose bumps form on my smooth legs. My mother laces up the back and pulls it snug into my waist. I turn to look in the mirror and find someone else. Someone who looks nothing like me. Except for the smile, my smile remained.

I wake up shortly after.
In this dream I was also taking charge of a class of children and we were stuck in a museum. The mannequins all came to life and we were all enchanted by their charm. The children grew into adults. I remained young. We drank brandy, danced to jazz, and we felt good.

Today, Nina Simone is carrying on this feeling of nostalgia. Listen...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJA69C6SlRk&list=QL&playnext=9
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