Dream: A Forest of Words

I dreamed of a library; a forest of words. I woke up thinking about Saturdays. Saturday was the only time I saw my step-father happy. He would put on his suede boat sneakers and play classical guitar music on the 8 track tape player. Then he'd water his huge collection of plants on the sun porch. When I was 15 my parents left me home in the house alone. They drove off with our dog to be in their country house. Every weekend I would stay home alone. I'd turn on the music and water the plants and dance around the empty house.