(A Prose Poem)

The dark sky outside my window meant it was getting late and time for bed. Closing my eyes to the Shadows of the maroon and streetlight I try to relax before counting to 15. All my thoughts inside erased my mind with dreams. I smelled caramel apples and popcorn. I wandered a field to see where it was coming from when I noticed no one was around to hear me. No one in the world could see me. No one would be able to hear me. I felt all alone, so very alone. The sky turned from a dark knight to a great Pigman as if a rainstorm just passed. The colored sky was light. It wasn't very bright. It was just enough for my eyes to see the fall fantasy of mine on site. The season of winter is drawing near. The cold winds obviously make the signs real clear. It's a cool temperature felt perfect for the Autumn atmosphere.
My dream allowed me to freeze time. I watched a festival take place in front of me real slow. Hayrides went on behind me, children Bob Truitt apples and buckets with their heads down low. Orange pumpkins big and small Danced All Around Me. Wicker baskets were on wooden tables filled with all sorts of candies. Adults were gathered around enjoying the party. Leaves continue to fall at unpredictable speeds. I no longer felt alone, I wasn't alone. I thought myself awake to the smell of pumpkin pie baking. A fall fantasy in my personality and my dreams and in reality.