We had a dream that we couldn’t understand, but it troubled us. In the dark forest there was a bright house with smoke in the chimney; and the faces inside were sad, and the windows were dark. I think I was in that house once, but the others won’t say. We all had the dream though. Could they dream about a house they’ve never known? Maybe it’s a memory of the future, or maybe they won’t tell me what’s in the past. Whatever it means, whatever this forgotten memory is, it makes me weep, and they are very quiet tonight.
Drabble: Quiet Tonight
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