Zume

Music…. A lullaby...a steel guitar

the feeling is of mourning. An overwhelming feeling of loss and sadness.

I hum the tune I hear in the distance, walking down a dark hallway.

The hallway drops off into a dimly lit sound studio… typical with the gizmos and gadgets all lit up, hiding behind a glass wall.

The other side there’s a man, someone I recognize as very dear to me. He's sitting on a stool in the center of the room, holding a guitar, strumming away. He asks "Are you going to come in?"

I hold myself together, and walk to him, I'm magically sitting across on another stool.

I don't say anything, just take in his image. I remember all his features, down to each wrinkle on his face. It's nice to see family again, after losing them.

He begins to tell me how everything turned out okay for him, he's happy and gets to hang out with Bob Dylan..He tells me some other information but it quickly leaves my mind as a lost memory.

He then tells me that Kyle is with him and misses me.

I start to cry.

I wake up, with the smell of camping filling my senses...
that was the last time I saw him.