I was just walking through my dads house in Oak Park before I woke up. The walls in every room had a fresh coat of paint. All the furniture was pushed together in each room for the painters.
There was a light on in each room. I was trying to find a room that I could sleep in. I picked a room and started moving things off the bed.
I moved a brown box that had 1963 written on the side. The next thing was a stack of caps neatly placed together. There was about eight of them. The first one was a Kansas Jayhawk hat. I put the caps on the floor and noticed they were all KU hats.
I cleared off all the stuff and the bed was made already. A stranger walked in and told me that I could stay for one night. He told me tomorrow was his birthday and he was going to Salsanada.
The stranger left and as I’m kicking off my shoes my dad yells from downstairs, “you can’t sleep in that room, it’s not yours.”
I grab my shoes from the floor and walk to the back bedroom, it’s empty. I look in the closet to see if there is a blanket and a pillow, but only an old broom was there.
As I stood looking at the empty room my alarm went off in Riverside and it’s Monday October 17th.
There is no place like home, there is no place like home!
All right dream people. Help me dissect this one! KU hats on the bed? Freshly painted? Who is the stranger? A broom in the closet? Where the hell is Salsanada?
Happy Monday!
