My Comfort Zone

I wake in the morning to find that no one else is home

How could this be? There is always someone here...

Where could they all have gone...it's only 4:00 a.m.

I come out from checking all the bedrooms..only to find...

The house is totally empty...absolutely everything is gone

This can't be happening...but what exactly is happening here?

I am at a loss for words...not sure what to do next...

I attempt to make a cup of coffee...upon opening the cupboard

I discover there are only old dishes left...antiques...I didn't own any

Where did these fine antiques come from?...Who put them here?

Where am I?...Feeling fear now...I start to tremble

I walk closer to the door not sure if I should leave or stay

I hear something...a faint cry...I can't make out where it is coming from

It seems the closer I get to the door the louder the sound becomes

It sounds like a baby...but there were no babies here

Not that any of this makes any sense now...maybe whoever put the dishes here...

No that can't be possible...could it?...

Do I leave and ignore the cry? Or do I stay?

So many unanswered questions...I open the door, only to find an old chair on the stoop

A rocking chair...one my grandfather used to use...Where am I? This can't be Heaven...

Then again maybe it is...I mean, how would I know if it is or not?

It would somewhat explain the antiques...but why?

Why is this happening to me? Why now?

I sit in the chair for a while, feeling comfort all of a sudden

Granddad are you here? Mom...Dad...are any of you here?...no answers from anyone

Rocking for a while, I soon fall asleep again...

A few hours later I awaken again...only to discover that this time, my home is the way I had left it

I go to the kitchen and this time I find my family there...and fresh coffee is brewing

Was this all a dream? Was there some hidden message I was to get out of this experience?

I know my parents and grandparents loved me...maybe it was their way of telling me they are here

After all...things have been rather difficult lately...were they here to comfort me?

They always were my comfort zone...this had to have been their way of helping me through a tough time