D r e a m s

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Walking into a house,
The smell of fresh baked cookies lingers in the air,
My mind wanders as I explore.
A cup sits empty on the table
Butterflies swarm the garden,
The sweet smell of lavender enters my nose,
The warm and soft blanket touches my skin,
I dose off into a haze,
I'm awoken by the sound of an alarm clock,
Seeing my normal room disappoints me.
Wishing I was still asleep,
Wishing she was there,
Only if I had the courage to talk to her in real life..
-falling in love

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