Dreaming

I slept for eight hours last night. Eight hours of blissful sleep not interrupted by a puppy whimpering or birds singing songs from the 90's. The morning came with visions from my past. In the dream I was back in Tallahassee with my friends. We were talking, joking around, but mostly laughing. Everyone was there, from the core group I met my freshman year in the brightly lit hallowed halls of Osceola Hall, to the circus friends who were doing handstands and rope climbs. It was a feeling of comfort, of being around people who knew me. We sang along to songs not playing and jokingly mocked one another. We sat in a room, large with soft edges, where our words could bounce off the walls back to us, never escaping or leaving the moment.

When my alarm went off at 6:45, awareness came as I moved my legs. I would go to work today, not the evergreen strips of the campus. I wasn't 21, I was 25 and those people really didn't know one another. For the second half of my last year in Tallahassee, all I wanted to do was start my life - go out in the real world and make a difference, and yet now all I want to do is go back. Not to the drama or the school work, but to the time where we were all close and nothing could stop us. A certain invincibility comes with those times. It was comforting to think of a period where things were simpler, easier. Everyone was there, and so was I.