But I Being Poor Have Only My Dreams

When I was 18 I dreamed that I was sitting at a kitchen table. It was round and stained yellow. A bright buttercup yellow. The table sat in a window, and through the window I could see it was a beautiful day - blue sky and sunlight. I could feel it warming my face as I looked up from the papers I was sorting through. I sat looking out of the window, lost in thought. Someone walked through the kitchen. As he passed he touched me lightly on the shoulder. He didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything. But I woke up still feeling the light touch on my shoulder. And was content.