I dream of a day when I wake up to a foggy fall morning and the bedsheets are slightly cold against my skin. I look out the window and the ocean shimmers invitingly. The boat rocks gently as the wind picks up.
Take a walk in the woods, and be spell-bound by the ochre, blush tones of the autumn leaves.
Nap and wake up at 2, and meet my best friends at the diner on the boardwalk. And still be able to order a stack of blueberry pancakes, with lots of maple syrup to go around. Sip earl grey tea from mismatched china.
How I wish there is a time when I can sit at a porch, and read all the books that I've bought and yet to finish. To watch the movies I've wanted to catch for the longest time. To re-watch those that I love again and again till all the dialogue are imprinted in my head and I can beat the characters at saying them.
Nestle on a tan armchair beside a stereo, album insert in hand, and look at every word of the lyric to every one of the songs in my favourite albums.
And sing along when I feel like it, and fall silent when the poetry of the lyrics renders me speechless with their beauty.
When night falls, a bunch of us will cycle to the amusement park overlooking the sea, and go round and round on the ferris wheel. Fireworks included. There will be no fancy rides, no state-of-the-art systems. The food will be cheap and good.
Go to bed with a smile on my face, knowing that daybreak will bring yet another day as good as this.
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I cope with the present by living in the future. Or in my daydreams if you prefer.
I grew up always having people say that my head's in the clouds or telling me not to build castles in the air.
But up in the clouds, it's pretty nice, I find it easier to breathe. And the clouds, they do a mean job obscuring your view of what's ugly and banal in reality.
And the castles (made of sand or otherwise), they're real pretty and they are still standing up fine. And I will build as many as I can. Just you try and stop me.