
Pennsylvania.
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If I could snap my fingers and conjure up the perfect day. . .
(Cue the wobbly screen of a 90s-sitcom dream sequence)
A Perfect Morning:
I wake up naturally, with the bedroom window cracked ever so slightly. An audible drizzle patters on the roof.
Eggs scrambled in a cast-iron skillet; French butter; freshly-ground coffee.
A leisurely shower wakes me up for a blanket-and-couch session of intense fiction reading.
Double-dose of Seinfeld to break my reverie. Belly laughs. Cat snuggles.
. . .
A Perfect Afternoon:
Baby Snap and Sweet Husband by my side, we walk the streets of a new place. We marvel at the thoughtful architecture. We stop in a corner café for exotically-flavored iced coffees. We feel the rush of wind as we hop on the subway. Down Town awaits.
Siesta; craft beers; delicious Asian cuisine.
We buy one-of-a-kind knickknacks, delighting in the promise of our future selves.
iPhone tidbits to capture time in celluloid.
. . .
A Perfect Evening:
Our kitchen buzzes with the chatter of old friends. Glasses clink. Old songs are played and stories shared with wine-teeth grins.
Freshly-washed face; warm feet; comedy on TV.
We climb into gentle, floral-patterned sheets.
Sleep arrives without worry.
. . .
What’s your perfect day, Dear Reader?
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