59-chime

sometimes i have dreams that make
me wish they were my reality; so simplistic
and whole they make my body ache for
the realism. the door swings open;
"honey, i'm home!" and instead of a
chime of music playing (see, that would
be too unreal, too much) i hear your
music playing from the other room, and
tiny paws over wood floors to come
nuzzle my legs. a real home. but instead,
i wake up to my big empty room,
and walk out to silence.