Dream a Little Dream
I must have been in a light dream state because all of a sudden I heard Mom’s footsteps come scuffling along the hallway. I knew it was her by the way she walked. She was wearing her slippers and her “pinny” (apron), and that big red knit sweater with the large drooping arms that she wore in winter. She came into my room—my current room—and started cleaning up. “You don’t have to do that,” I said. “It’s no bother,” she answered. She leaned in and I could see her face, her gre