Dream Journal
I woke up on the couch in my grandmother’s living room. The couch had been pulled into the center of the room and faced the southern bay windows. I sat up and started to fold my blankets before I wondered where everyone was at. The house was silent and empty. The sun streamed into the windows, and I wondered why my grandma had let me sleep so late.
I finished folding my blankets and, still sitting in the sun on the couch, I gathered my stuff together into my bag. I heard the back door open and commotion in the back hallway and knew my grandmother had returned.
I turned on the couch to get a better view of the hall so I could see her when she walked in and ask her some questions.