In the cleft

 

In my dream I live in a house up on a hill. Behind me is a huge cleft in a cliff and in that cleft are many many rooms.

Each room is something special. So special that other people come to visit and I allow them to go in. Some rooms have magnificent clothes in the closet, all for the taking. Others have unimaginable treasures like real babies in cribs awaiting parents, beautiful dolls, amazing pets. The furnishings are exotic and beautiful. Anything anyone can dream of is in that cleft somewhere and all you have to do is go in and take it.

It is yours.

But at the end of every day I have to go in myself and clean up. Everything has returned to the rocks, wood, water, atoms that they came from and I must throw them into the well to dispose of them. I throw in big dead fish, dried up clothing, ashy rocks.

Nothing is left in those magical rooms in the cleft until the next morning when it is once again a wonderland of joy and treats.

Mine, or yours, for a day, for one moment in time, and then recycled back into what they are made of, where they came from.