Daydream

Not realizing I was daydreaming

I moved a step back,

envisioning my house to stay the exact same,

as it was in that very moment.

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Where all the dishes were clean,

the laundry was finally complete,

and all the clothes folded.

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Where the floors looked shiny and new,

as if no one had walked on them yet.

Not noticing that I was smiling,

at how well I did sweeping and mopping.

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Where the carpet was so clean,

and well-vacuumed,

that I almost forgot that I hand-scrubbed

the muddy dog prints off of them earlier that day.

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Where all the toys were put up,

in their own perspective place.

 And just realizing that in that moment,

I didn’t have to pick up tiny little papers,

from Brielle’s new passion of using her scissors.

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It was as if I caught myself longing

for it to stay that way, just a little longer.

It wasn’t until I heard,

“mommy open the door”,

that my daydream ended,

and reality set in.

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