Maybe I will end my current life in happiness and start over when I am free. I dream of starting again. I dream of forgetting my morbid memories. I dream of light and happiness. I dream of starting again. I will start over in a house of my own.

I will start over in a beautiful two-story, silver-grey and white bricke dhouse with a beautiful white balcony and a white wrap-around porch laden with potted green shrubs and ivy. I dream of a yard  as long as it is wide. Big enough for three dogs. German Shepherds. Lush green grass soft and safe enough for bare feet and trees upon trees. Oak and pine. Flowers for color. Bluebonnets and lilies. Bright pansies and roses.

Maybe, in that house of my dreams, I can start over. I can be happy. I can be free.