Dream #7

When I open my eyes, I am sitting on the deck of a house that love built. I am smiling. In the distance, the sun sets on a horizon where the ocean meets the sky, and birds float lazily overhead. In the kitchen, I can smell something delicious cooked up by the man who loves me. Out here, there’s no reason to move my butt. No reason at all, and I love it that way.




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