Creative Writing: I am Nowhere

I am Nowhere 

When I am sleeping I am nowhere. I am not in a house made of wood, placed on a concrete slab, next to hibiscus and honeysuckles growing in a garden. I am not next to a road that people use to get places during the busy day and walk on when they are going nowhere in particular in the evening. I am not surrounded by soft pillows and warm blankets or laying on a mattress that starts to hurt my body if I don’t shift my weight often. I am not anticipating an alarm to wake me and remind me of the full day ahead. When I am sleeping I am nowhere.

When I am dreaming I am everywhere. When I am dreaming I float in a misty bubble that swirls with images of my past and images of a future I want to build. When I am dreaming the faces of people I have known my whole life do not look familiar and faces I’ve never seen before offer me comfort as though I have seen them everyday for a lifetime. When I am dreaming my capabilities are endless but I can not remember where I have parked my car or to put on clothes before I leave my house. When I am dreaming I am free to love people that I was never able to and talk to those I have loved that no longer live. When I am dreaming I am everywhere.

-Jp. 

(written March 16, 2022)