Firefly out of the Jar

I woke up abruptly after encountering a pack of lions in a lucid dream. I have been dreaming about wild animals consecutively since the last couple of days. It was wildebeest on the outset, followed by saving myself from the big bison on the run and then a pack of lions in my front porch. I was certain if I slept back, the dream would continue from where I paused, so I put my feet down and went into the living room. My dad and mom were already awake and as I was not up for a chat, I went upstairs to the only place I could hide away until I was ready. My recluse from the time I actually lived here. It's not that long ago although it feels a lot longer. The terrace. From the traces of memory, few pieces of moments flashed back reminding me of how the trees, birds and the breeze welcomed me every time I set my feet up and sat here. I used to come every day then in the mornings, the place - a witness to my happiness, a companion to my grief, a silent listener to my whispered prayers an...