Postcards from Dreamville

  

As a six-year old, I was acutely aware of the soft thumping sound that came from my closet. It could only leave its lair if I fell asleep. I struggled to stay awake but nodded off to the sound of something moving across the floor to claim its rightful place…

                               Under my bed.

                                  It was a regular sound…almost like a heartbeat.

                                        Then again…maybe it was all just a dream.


Postcards from Dreamland

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Postcards from Dreamland

Postcards from Dreamland

  

Postcards from Dreamland

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Postcards from Dreamland

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Postcards from Dreamland

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