I was standing in front of this beautiful watercolor. The watercolor was of poppies in a vase, on a table with things all around it.
To the right was an open door, which led to our back yard. It was a sunny day, as you can see from the light shining on the carpet to the right.
Behind me was my mom.
I was tempted to go outside, but interested in being with my mom, too, but she wasn’t saying “Joey, come” or anything. I waited, there, listening to behind me, and waiting for her to call me and say “Joey, come” but she didn’t. Still, I waited. I stared straight ahead, and I waited.
And this is what I was thinking at this time. I was waiting for her to say “Joey, come”, which she never did, at least not then.