Dream House

I had forgotten about my dreams
about enormous intricate houses.
They were always mine,
always had anything I wanted
In my dreams I fell in love
with spiral staircases
leading to the best hiding spaces.
One had a snow white attic
with light shining through
as though it were heaven.
I can recall small hallways
heading toward red warm walls
that surrounded my room.
I had forgotten about my houses
I dreamed of while growing up.
But the only real home I had
was the houses in my dreams,
where I fell in love with
wide open spaces
and windows full of light.
I can recall waking up
wishing I were back asleep
back in my dream house.

*this was better when I was thinking of writing it.