“Is this really here,” I asked myself as I opened and closed and opened again the little window partition thingy, looking out at what, at least on this particular dawn, looked like an enchanted garden. It wasn’t mine; it was my neighbor’s yard; but the view was, along with the dining room I was standing in. I actually had my own dining room. It seemed too good to be true. That’s why I thought I may have been dreaming.<\/p>\n
I used to think I couldn’t ponder dreaming in a dream, that I’d instantly awake at the thought, but there I was, in my new apartment, standing in a room I never knew existed. I say “never”, but I’d only lived there for a matter of days if not hours. It was early morning, still dark outside, and I remembered being there the previous day. I hadn’t yet discovered the dining room, but there was another spectacular view at the back.<\/p>\n
That back room served as the main living room slash bedroom and its view was even better than the garden. It was higher up, as if I was somehow on a higher floor there than in the dining room, and I could see not only somewhat of a cityscape but what seemed like a neighbor’s roof patio. I could actually look down and see people; spy on them; cooking, relaxing or doing whatever people do on roof patios.<\/p>\n
Aside from the views and dining room; I couldn’t believe I had my own (unshared) dining room; the apartment wasn’t much different than the one I have in real life. It was bigger though and the entrance door wasn’t attached to the main room but the kitchen. I remember observing my next-door neighbor; a slim white girl with long brownish hair; before walking in. I later thought of inviting her to my dining room.<\/p>\n
“Is this really here,” I’d asked myself; I could actually hear the partition thingy creaking as I opened and closed it; just before waking up. The answer was no. Not only wasn’t the garden and dining room there, but neither was the apartment. It was all a dream. Awaking in my little, albeit new, apartment, with no dining room or practical views, was a disappointment. Still it’s not bad for real life. In fact I quite like it.<\/p>\n
2023 August 27<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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