Nomad

Laura's House


i am home, at Laura's. Whew. It's nice to wake up being able to breathe. But my room is really small and the tiny bed has iron work. I didn't know where i was. Am i incarcerated? i thought. Well, it's clean, so i'm not in a Jamaican prison. i've seen those up close. And then i recalled where i was. And then i slept some more, no clase til noon.

You know me i like to dream a lot
Of this and that and what is not
And finally i figured out what was what
It was the power of the heart

-Peter Gabriel