Early Dreams; II.

I am little, and the floor a hard blood red.
The room fills with adults, all who seem like family;
none of whom I know. The ceiling is low
and shadows may as well be people as the people
pile toys and books and strange machines
upon a fire on the floor; as the door opens,
and I alone am pulled as tho by the vaccuum
of space; I can breathe, but can not fight being
set upon the driver's side of a sedan; I stand
on the seat and the car moves of its own accord.
I do not know where we are going-- All I do, is look
around and study things; studying, I wake.