Mock Dining Room

I hear laughter in the distance; those faint echoes of family. I look toward the window…trying to find myself. In the reflection, I see a stranger. I can hear sadness and happiness in the muffled silence. As I sit waiting, I become suffocated with hope. I can see the sun shining through the drapes, like a beacon to guide them to the mock dining room. The warmth feels like the end of a last, cold thought. As I indulge my view with the somberness of the morning sunrise, I can see the blue fade. Sitting alone, waiting for thier arrival…hoping the celebration begins. Instead, I realize I am within a dream. I am sleeping alone. In the mock dining room, the light is dim. The brightness of the past disguises hope in the present. Sitting alone, I can still hear laughter in the mock dining room.