I write a return address in black marker on a white letter size envelope. The return address reads as my last name and my parents address...or my childhood address.
I am standing in the dining room...across from me in the doorway opposite right I see the giant body of a tan horse. It is facing toward the dining room, but I can not see it's head as it extends far above the top of the door jam...it's head appears to extend higher than the ceiling. I say that "you need to get that horse out of here" and I finish what i want to say in my head...before it poops on the floor and someone has to clean it up.
In the doorway a woman appears...she looks like me but is not wearing glasses.
On my left in front of me is the "telephone table"...an old upholstered chair with two shelves on the right at arm level. The telephone and the address book was keep there. An older, stern looking woman is sitting there...she looks like me too...her face is bonier...and too she has no glasses.
A girl sits on the older ones lap or is standing in front of her. I ask the two women "are you sisters?" The younger woman shakes her head no and I replay 'that's funny because she looks like both of you."