I woke up this morning feeling amazing. With no remorse, I allowed my body to remain sprawled across my bed for a good 30 minutes. Through the exhaustion, my mind still found a way to drift into fantasies about my future.
Two story home with an attic. A yard that travels way beyond my front steps. The trees…big, beautiful trees. They extend to the heavens. The thickest one has a swing (for me, of course). But above all else, I have a porch. MY GOD do I have a porch. Surrounded by grass the color of Crayola Green. I’ve been fantasing about this porch my whole life. A porch to enjoy the childless view.
I should want kids. I will…maybe…one day. I’ll meet a man whose genes leave me so awestruck that I’ll be itching to replicate them. But until then, a childless view.
For some reason, my “future” fantasies always consist of me being alone. I guess I’ve grown so accustomed to the solitude that even my daydreams have learned to embrace it. When I picture my porch, I never see anyone in my perrifial. But even still, I’ll sit…
I’ll sit for hours as I reminisce on today…the eye-level night sky fluttering endlessly with lightning bugs. Crickets caressing me to sleep. Silent streets…
One day this will be my life. But I have to leave Chicago first.
Nosy Josie JE13