I just woke up. The dream reality fades as the waking one begins again. I was hungry so I ate a perfect bar before my first sip of coffee. The timer on the coffee pot said it had been sitting there ready for 111 minutes. I filled my cup and wandered into the living room where the morning sun streams in thru the ancient double pane windows. I lower the shades and stretch out on the loveseat fully bathed in warm sunlight.
The dusty rose color of the upholstery has faded with the UV light over the years. I remember when this loveseat was in my Grandparents house and we barely ever got to sit on it. The matching sofa that was sold for $111 after we had to clear out their house was still virtually pristine too. I feel like a rebel drinking coffee on this small couch. With my bare feet stretched up on the armrest. Do my Grandparents still feel the same way now that they’re in spirit form? I wonder. Either way I’m using this loveseat everyday. I can’t take it with me when I go and I’m glad I get to use it while I’m here. It reminds me of them. My mind wanders thru a tangle of mixed emotions from the past. It seems so simple but it’s so complicated how our belief systems are created and destroyed. And how important family is.

Inanimate objects can hold such sentimental value and when focused on can trigger cascades of memories and emotions. I’m grateful.