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She walked slowly toward the door, gazed back

to wave and then closed the door behind her My eyelids slammed shut almost

simultaneously and I fell into a deep sleep, perhaps as

a way of escaping a living nightmare

There are times e all want to rush back

to our Good dreams My poor troubled brain was

willing to turn itself inside out if it had to in order to

takebody

Happier ht flowers in a

dark garden, forcing back the cloak of dread and

sadness and retrieving sain in that innocent time

before I would be introduced to prejudice and hate,

violence and poverty I did not vet understand who I

here I was and what stored

and awaited me just outside my precious world of