Dream #637

I am sitting on my huge wrap around porch in a wooden rocking chair. I can hear the sounds of the birds and insects. The trees make a soft rustling sound, as if they are whispering their stories to me. I am content and happy. my home is simple and humble. A small creek is trickling in the background. From a distance, I hear the laughter of my children as they chase their chocolate lab around the back of the house. I feel a breeze play with my hair and lap my skin. Its chilly as the sun is setting. The sky is a watercolor painting of purples and pinks. My husband is inside waiting for me. I call the children in. We laugh and hug as I send them off to bed. I, myself, snuggle up to Mitch in our four post bed. The window is open and I can feel the soft breeze tickle my ear. As I nod off to sleep I have a smile on my lips. Life is good.



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