They dreamed of clouds, flying up through the clouds, falling down into clouds and bouncing lightly.
They dreamed of playing softball and baseball. Their dogs licked their faces as they slept. They made love to fairy princesses. They told their fathers they loved them and helped their mothers peel apples for pie.
They laughed.
And they smiled, wide, a wonder their faces did not crack and fall to the floor like old pottery during a change in the weather.
They cried as it came near the time they had to leave their loved ones. They reached out arms and could not reach out because of the bunk or the ceiling.
They moaned and they jerked and they sobbed.
They grabbed themselves, not wanting to walk down the cold upstairs hall to pee.
On the precipice of their dreams they heard the school custodian's whistle down the hall.
They heard the jingling of a little brother's toys in the living room.
They heard someone reaching for keys to start a truck.
They heard the click of hard shoes on smooth, shiny concrete.
They heard the metallic-tasting language of a machine.
They opened their eyes and saw their mothers had flipped on their bedroom light.
They felt the coarse blanket on their shoulders, heard the growl of Burton: "Brrrr-ekkfst."
And the mechanical opening of their cages.
They opened their eyes, squinting, then rolled to their backs and shut their eyes, trying to retrieve their dreams, remembering they were in prison.
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They dreamed of playing softball and baseball. Their dogs licked their faces as they slept. They made love to fairy princesses. They told their fathers they loved them and helped their mothers peel apples for pie.
They laughed.
And they smiled, wide, a wonder their faces did not crack and fall to the floor like old pottery during a change in the weather.
They moaned and they jerked and they sobbed.
They grabbed themselves, not wanting to walk down the cold upstairs hall to pee.
On the precipice of their dreams they heard the school custodian's whistle down the hall.
They heard the jingling of a little brother's toys in the living room.
They heard someone reaching for keys to start a truck.
They heard the click of hard shoes on smooth, shiny concrete.
They heard the metallic-tasting language of a machine.
They opened their eyes and saw their mothers had flipped on their bedroom light.
They felt the coarse blanket on their shoulders, heard the growl of Burton: "Brrrr-ekkfst."
And the mechanical opening of their cages.
They opened their eyes, squinting, then rolled to their backs and shut their eyes, trying to retrieve their dreams, remembering they were in prison.
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