Dream Diary Post 12

A I was looking for one of my older pay checks that I had socked away in one of the drawers in my bedroom.  I was so sure it was in the top one but I couldn't find it.  People were over for some gathering, but at the stage of quiet conversational lull after the initial lunch festivities and before dinner.

I sat on the ground rummaging through the second drawer, pulling out handfuls and handfuls of treasured knick knacks that I still admired, but thought the world of when I was younger when I started heaving loud scratching sobs because my childhood was over.

I couldn't stop because a stupid emotional classical score was playing.