Wish I could hammock near you right now.
Take a vacation like in a dream and be warm on a beach.
Not care about incessant hammering, sanding and grating rattling coming from the painters next door. Or inside my veins. Can't tell which. Though I think it's the painter...
We could enjoy a frothy Colombian cocktail
Count parrots.
We could exist on an island like heaven.
Trace freckles on an arms that we'd say we remembered.
