DREAM HOUSE

The dream house is big and has an oval mahogany door with two golden handles of each part. The windows are oval too with brown window-shades made from wood. The bell-door sounds like crystal glasses clinked on a ball night. The ground floor is covered with brownish wood parquet just like inside the mountain shuts, only the size is impressive. There is nothing else on the ground floor. No statuettes, no pocket-size fountains, no little tables to put the keys on, absolutely nothing. Just a broad staircase with each step coated in a soft piece of purple red rug. The banisters are golden, imitating the door handles, only the lower extremities are in a shape of a perfect round rose flower. There are fifteen steps limited that way, then the staircase stops just like a big red dressed lady taking a breath for a short while, than the sumptuous ladder breaks in two one part goes to the left, the other to the right, both carrying five steps on the way only to meet again at the entrance of the main floor. The hall is small, has a round table on the front wall and on the table thrones a transparent red vase with black floral trimmings and inside the vase twenty-one yellow roses picket fresh in the morning dew. They are still wet and the dew gets shifting lights from their petals. There are also no painting nor other things hanging or static, just the chocolate like wall paper matching the simple brown carpet with white tassels on the edges. There is one room at each side and the doors look the same: natural wood with golden handles in a shape of a rose flower. Entering the door to the left the first things that catch your eyes are the butter colored drapes hanging on a huge two sided window, both attached with yellow ribbons on the borders of the glass. They are wall sized and fall like milk in a cup of coffee on the cocoa like carpet. The bed faces the east wall. Its middle sized and all around it laying on the floor are little bulky cushions. The bedclothes are white and painted with little bird forms. A wide and fluffy pillow hides a small had with blond curly hair. The child is sleeping with his tiny hands out of the big blanket. He is about four years old and his eyelids movements proves the dreamy faze his in. Everywhere in the room one can see plush toys and colored pencils. A smell of fresh coffee and cooked bread suddenly entered the room and the child begins to open his eyes slowly. As if hearing the blinks of the kids eyelashes, in the other room to the right another pair of eyes opens. They are gray blue just like the other ones, and the hair is curly too. The color instead is firing red and on the white pillow the womans face looks like a canvas painting. Shes on the left side of the huge bed and the crumples of the bedclothes gives the impression that someone else just walked up. Indeed, from the bathroom to the right the water from the shower wakes a smile on her pink lips. The smile gets bigger noticing the two large tulip bunches sitting on the round tables at each side of the door. She gets up of the bed and sits on the chair nearby in front of a big bedside table commode with an oval mirror. She bends her hair and puts over her long satin bed gown a red robe making the hair look even more red. This is the only room with a balcony. A big balcony with lots of lots of flowerpots :red, pink, purple, blue and orange flowers all sorts of kinds. Outside the air is fresh and the sky looks like a mountain lake peaceful and undisturbed. She closes her eyes and takes a hungry breath of fresh air wanting to express a thanking pray to the universe when the door is loudly bumped on the walls and the blond had with little hands and naked feet jumps in her arms forming a ray of blue laser like light traveling seconds from a pair of eyes to another. The child then hides his had on her neck and giggles. She turns and enters the room when a young man dressed in an elegant black suit kiss her on the lips taking the kid for a quick spin in the air. His eyes are like honey and the offspring resembles him with accuracy: the nose, the mouth, ears and hair are alike. Except the eyes, the eyes are his mothers eyes. They seem healthy and happy. In fact they are. And all the joy in the world is gathered in this splendid early summer morning. The dream house is alive and the three of them are blessed with harmony. Life is good. In the end all lives are good. Even if they are lived in dreams. Dreaming is one thing nobody can take away from you and if dreaming keeps you alive i dare you all to dream. Dream on!