I dream of a blue sky,
a cool breeze,
and an old oak tree shade.
A book lays on my lap,
as my head is tilted on your shoulder.
Instead of the cigarette stench,
I smell peppermint.
Your hand resting on my other hand,
with your eyes closed,
you smile.
A dreamy look is on your face,
I breathe the fresh air as you do.
Your heartbeat thumps louder
than its usual manner.
You say, "I hope this dream doesn't end".
And I cross my fingers.
"yes, I wish it wouldn't".
Suddenly, I realize I spoke too soon.
