I Dream.
Of waking up in a Carlifonia king bed draped with 100% unbleached organic cotton sheets. In an artistically endowed bedroom with high glass windows overlooking a green yard and through it, running a small river.
Of waking up to the soothing sound of birds chirping,
the earth their audience.
And rolling around in bed,
with someone playfully prodding me to wake up.
I want to live in a house with somebody that will teach me
something new everyday,
all the while respecting my individuality
what makes me who I am
and think the way I do.
This person will be my teacher, my lover
but most of all, a friend.
Of being there for each other,
laughing together
and making each other happy.
Of cooking for this lover,
and having the best sex.
In the morning and at night
whenever we like
Monday up to Sunday.
I dream…