Whimsical dreams-
come to me when I least expect them.
Dancing in the summer rain,
catching fireflies in the dark.
Skinny dipping under a full moon,
eating dessert first.
Watching the sunrise on a mountain top,
sharing one perfect cup of coffee.
Riding my bicycle down a steep hill,
feet off the pedals and hair flying in the breeze.
I open my eyes,
keenly aware-
I wish I was anywhere, but here.
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