My Day Dream

::I close my eyes and re-open them to the sound of something outside of my window. I place the glass of wine down on the table and walk towards it. Right step, left step, slowing as I get closer. The length of the old floor boards seem to take forever to end, but a journey worth taking. The window has magically moved inwards breaching the room with life from outside. The scent of apples growing ripe on the vines outside. The birds chirping to the morning sun wishing it a very good morning and a good morning it is as I finally reach the window. I look down and it is raining. The rain is not what startles me, it is the sound of twirling, dancing in the rain. Long legs, great skin, nails painted not 10 minutes before. Hair curled to a perfect circle. Lips that were made to be kissed every minute of every day. Eyes, oh, the eyes. Eyes so bright and blue that the oceans were created using their tears. This perfect being, this beautiful woman dancing, twirling in the rain is the essence of beautiful, life and happiness. I close my eyes and awaken from my dream::