I find myself thinking about living in a small cottage, living the life I always dreamt about. I think about the possibilities about it becoming reality but the thought of it is so far that I cannot stop myself from laughing at that silly thought. However, a girl can dream.
The sun would hit the world from just the right angle and heat up the air just the right amount so that I would feel like it is actually heaven; warm enough to not feel the cold and cool enough to not be uncomfortable. The cottage’s garden would be filled with all kinds of plants and I would actually love to just wake up early and water them so that they could stay lively and lovely.
I would adore the small lake that I would find where it was hidden from all of the other people’s eyes and I would ride my bike to the small shops in the center of the town to get the ingredients to the lemonade that I would make for the two of us. How could I call this my dream life if I didn’t include you in every one of my thoughts?
You would lay down right next to the pool that we have at the back of the house and enjoy the afternoon sun hugging your tanned skin. I would wear my prettiest flowy summer dresses so that you could love me a little more than you actually do. The kitchen would have an opening to the garden so I could prepare some lemonade for us with the lemons I bought earlier from the small shops.
We would invite our neighbors for a late lunch and prepare the food together. You would make the salad and the soup while I prepared our main course and the desert just the way you like them. It would be fun to work together, sometimes bump into each other, maybe drop a few tomatoes in the process but I would cherish every second of it because I would be with you, living my dream life.
We would laugh and laugh until the clock hit 7 p.m. and the neighbors would get on their ways to their homes. We would clean the table, get ourselves some wine and sit down in the living room that we designed together and enjoy each other’s company even if it meant just reading separate books in the same room, on the same couch.
Some time later you would check your golden watch after feeling your eyes get heavier with the sleep settling on your eyelids. Realizing it was past 9 p.m., we would get up and go to our bedroom, wear the silk matching sets that we bought together and go to sleep. Oh how it would be the most peaceful I would feel and how nice it would be to just be with you, living my dream life.