I love to fantasize and think about my life,
The joys for my future and hopes ahead,
I can picture a bigger backyard, with a fire pit to sit and tell ghost stories
And roast marshmallows by it,
Has a glider swing, BIG for family gatherings,
A BIG garage, with enough room for two cars,
We would have two dogs, we would have loved two kids,
Have a BIG basement, That's my hubbie's FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE.
A nice bigger bathroom, that room's for me,
When I feel STRESSED out,
That bubble bath, and time to relax,
IS JUST WHAT I NEED.
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Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
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