Daydream

My mother sits in the kitchen.

Waiting for the soup to boil over

She was never a lady, growing up on a farm with her uncle and aunt

She hated the thoughts of fancy gowns and such

She only lived in this life for me

A life of ballgowns and sitting and makeup and money.

Over and over again

I stand up and walk out the door

I see a yellow road of brick

Wait a golden road of brick

Sweet little people dance and sing in the hills

I must have fallen asleep for this is the land my mother always spoke of

I follow the road finding a man of tin holding the hand of a small tin child

I smile at the tin child

The child hides shyly behind the tin man’s legs

The child then bounces out to greet a teenage looking scarecrow

The scarecrow sits glaring at all of the things

Wearing black lipstick over her lips and her hair in two separate braids

I laugh

Now I know I am dreaming

I suddenly fall to the floor feeling the sharp pain of two paws digging their claws into my arm

I get up and see a almost newborn lion cub sitting there

I stick my hand out for it to sniff

The baby lion nuzzles my hand as I stroke it’s fuzzy head

It bites my finger

“OW!” I sit  up to see my mom looking at me nervously. “You alright? You were out for a bit”

“I am fine mom. Thanks”I smile as I tackle  her in a hug “Honey where did you get those claw marks from?!” I laugh “It’s a long story”