My table is set up in a dining area in a small carpeted room adjacent to an enclosed porch overlooking the lake. I take it away from the hands working on it and move it into the windowed area with the sun and waves close.
Alone, I continue preparing my table, perhaps for dinner for my family, although underneath are art supplies, brushes, tubes of paint, a disposable palette, primed canvas; it's on wheels.
The building disappears and I find myself on a spit of land in the room whose windows have now dissolved so that the air pours in.
The area around where I am setting up is becoming wetter and soon will be impossible to reach. The room has disappeared and I am standing on a low-lying bank beside rising water. The ground is muddy and grassy, soggy. I continue setting the table until I realize my family won't be able to get here.
When I look out towards the water, I understand how vulnerable my set-up is. One storm, one lash of water, and everything's gone.
I am considering how to move inland but slowly come to wakefulness in my warm bed in the pre-dawn darkness.
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