Underneath the Dream

As I sat in my living room, newly populated with my mom’s baby grand piano and leather furniture, I felt more grown-up. That did not last long.


I suddenly found myself lying on the floor, underneath the piano, as I frequently did in childhood. Gazing up, I’m not sure what I expected to see, but I’m glad it wasn’t any of these things:

1. Chewing gum
2. Duct tape
3. Graffiti (what would it say? “Luciano Pavarotti can hit high C but has low T”)
4. Birds nesting
5. “Your Ad Here”

You might say, I kind of saw stars.


About Joanna Rapoza

I've gone to (100's of) pieces here in my blogs. Read, enjoy, laugh, cure insomnia; it's your choice.
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