Sleep, and a Dream

I had my own little shop. It was in the open air yet enclosed at the same time. Walls came, and went as did roof, and sky. It was a "Sidney" sort of shop full of cute geegaws, and stuff I'd made over the years.

Even things I'd forgotten.
Like those little picture books I'd printed.
That, and all free or for trade. When I made things back in the day. I made them to give.
I only sold when I needed supplies to make more.

There was a Dino section. It was all mixed with little doll folks, and such. Just like the Evangelicals, and the Flintstones said they were. There was a Cat too.

Cat took care of the place when I was gone.
I had been. ...gone that is. Passers by all asked where I'd been. I guess they noticed my absence, and were happy I was back in their dream..

Music.
I was my tidying up as I love to do. Both my waking digs, and my dream shop. Dusting arraigning now in the pandemic my fav hobby. I think I had 50's Latin music on the radio as I puttered about. Play below.

A big wind came blowing the pages of my books rippling the dresses on the dolls. It rained.
The shop was in the open air again, but nothing got wet.
It just poured, and poured.

The Cat, and I just sat, and watched. Dry as pebbles in the sun.