A Pleasant Future Stuck in the Now

I'm sitting on an old couch,
Wrapped in a dream
Even as I am solidly rooted to now.
It's not so hard to see this fifteen years older,
Still a mug of tea to drink,
Snow falling to watch
As the wind pulls it in ribbons to the earth.
And I can dream of silence
Broken only by the purrs of a cat
Then padded footsteps
As he tries to slip in next to me.
But I'm pinned my a cat on my feet
And the sofa arm on the otherside,
Leaving him to complain
Of the cat's claim to the throne of the house.
But the cold of the windowsill on my elbow
And the near-scalding warmth of the mug
Keep me rooted to now,
To here,
Staring out my dorm
As the weather roars.
Through the trees I can see the light
Of the house that I hold so dear,
With the men I have come to care for
And that care for me,
Perhaps beyond reason on both sides.
So I am in the now
For "then" will come
And likely when I least expect it.
I'll still have that cat though.