And, I found solace in The Attic.
The Attic was overflowing with treasures.
It was the place where my mom kept her best pieces,
hidden away and protected from thieves, should they ever break in.
Jewels, silver and silver flatware, antiques,
boxes filled with memories of the past.
 And a trunk full of antique clothing.
It was magical.
These treasures were physical manifestations

of my dreams, and with them and amongst them,
I created my own reality.
In The Attic, I lived that reality