#dreamscapewritings

The reception was highly unexpected. As the twin Victorian doors gradually open, and the first verse of Etta James 1960’s classic “At Last” poured over me, I was greeted by a pair of staring eyes with

With out looking to check the time of day, the familiar streak of sun light cutting across the far wall, gave indication that I was again beyond my ten hours. Long workdays became a habit I picked up years