i want coffee on an old wooden table in the morning sunlight, wrapped in a blanket as i wait for the sun to warm the world.
i want leafy weeping trees, green and yellow and good for climbing.
i want air and steps and large windows that face the east and windows that face the west because you can't make me choose between the two.
i want chipped and weathered paint and a hammock under my weeping trees.
i want a lake or an ocean and a wooden boat who's name i have a say in, and those big adirondack chairs on my porch that wraps all the way around.
but most of all, i want coffee in the morning on an old wooden table, under a big knitted blanket
and the arm of someone who loves me
wrapped around my waist.