Lindie Heeralall

I am standing in the doorway looking into the dining room

Soft afternoon light filters through thin clouds

And fills the air with timeless calm

The dusky rose rug clasps gentle blue to its heart

Muffled television seeps through glass doors

Teenage strings echo through study walls

The house is alive

It knows all

I dreamt I was stood in the doorway between rooms, looking into the dining room. I cannot capture in words or pictures, the feeling of tranquility that I did not want to wake from. In the dream, there was no time. Everything that ever happened was there. The house was sentient. It was a calm, loving, forgiving being. A space that witnessed and understood without judgement, and it held our lives across time, all at once.