Perfection

I'm sitting outside on my soft green, lawn in a comfortable chair slowing sipping a refreshing drink while a cool breeze offsets the warmth of sun on my skin.

Glimmering into existence are a family. Several children playing with glee and a wife sitting with me sharing a knowing look. I rub the soft fur of a content pooch with my toe as he pretends to sleep at my chair. I look back at our the home that has carried our memories.

And then it all vanishes. I sit alone without drink nor breeze nor sun nor child nor wife nor dog.

Yet the feeling of contentment has not left.

My dream is but an expression of myself and I am still me.