Last night, I had a dream that in order to escape from a room,
I had to color the door frame a solid grass green.
No, there were no markers.
I wasn’t allowed to look through the drawers of the apartment,
or to wake the occupant of the apartment.
She did eventually wake up and give me a blue pen.
She said it was all she had.
Then she laughed and left me in the living room alone.
I found three light green markers and started coloring the moulding.
A small child appeared and asked me what I was doing.
I explained my quest to him and
I knew that he had been scolded for grass stains on his play clothes.
He took my hand and led me out the back door of the kitchen.
We carried with us empty burlap bags.
We wandered around a planted field of grasses,
picking up sod and placing it in our bags.
There were other tours walking in clusters as well.
They didn’t have bags, but they seemed to
sympathize with us as we walked by.
Cordial, quiet people walking as if
they were resigned to their fate,
which was the same as mine.
Adults led by the hands of children.
By this time, my bag was full and it was time to leave.
The children started playing a game of chase.
Of course they should play. It is only natural for them to do so.
I was strangely calm, so I let my guide wander and
I walked alone back through the door into the apartment.
I rubbed the grass clumps against the frame.
It was a pretty grassy green. My fingers were stained.
Better than half used marker.
The soil from the sod left a pile of brown,
black gold at the bottom of the door.
I was two thirds done when my jailor
re-entered the room from the bedroom and
stated that I had cheated.
I woke up. It was three am. I must have been typing in my sleep again. Damn my subconscious.