It will be just another day. Maybe a fantasy. Secluded from the rest of the world, under the shaded greens, maybe on a comfortable swing. Or on a cozy bench, a paperback fiction or maybe an interesting short story book nestled in my arms. In the evening, a bonfire. A lake or even better, an empty beach, waves crashing by at night or gently touching the sands in the morning. Chocolate Mousse, cold pasta salad, lemonade….some mint chocolate…
A short walk, or making sand castles. Clicking away. Maybe a peaceful nap. A journal for company, maybe even a stuffed animal.
The vibrating cellphone, yes I will attend calls.
And where am I? Don’t ask…Just meet me tomorrow, Just give me another day..somewhere there.