The Dream

Photo credit: phone art from my tote bag

When I was little I remember our black telephone

It had a dial in the middle

and numbers around it

I remember the phone calls I made with it

Some important, some just for fun

Most of the time, it is just there

On the table

Waiting

I don't pay much attention to it

Unless it rings

Except for that one day

When I woke up with a dream

the sky was blue and the clouds white

a man with his chest shining bright

glowed with beautiful light

He landed in the little girl's front door

He asked her, "Can I use your phone?"

It was just a dream

a beautiful one of kind dream

I should not forget