The Breezeway

I open the heavy door and jump a few steps down running as fast as I can past double doorways and seeing in the corner of my left side vision windows burring out to a parking lot, I then turn a sharp right before the breezeway ends at a sturdy, walled stop. It’s been my most frequent dream since I have been able to remember my past. It’s a fast running little girl , hounds tooth jumper- suited, and peter pan collared . She is a mighty, hungry ,aerodynamic Catholic.