I dream of flowers,
A bunch or roses, a little bit of yellow and red, throw in some white roses and I’ll swoon.
I dream of love,
A bit of “honey,” “bae”, ” sweetie” “#relationshipgoals”, and cuddling, and endless gifts and hugs.
I dream of bliss,
A cup of coffee while reading a book.
I dream of insight,
A trip to Ghana to wander at the beauty and might of the Ashanti people and kingdom. A trip to Egypt, to grace the walls of one of the most famous libraries.
I dream of pleasure,
Waking up having slept in between satin sheets with a breakfast tray beside me.
I dream of clouds, music, love,laughter,books, hope…
Sometimes I dream of humanity, where we care for one another and parents don’t run for their lives while carrying their dead children.
I dream of children who go to sleep, and wake up trusting that the adults are true to their word.
I dream…I really do, and sometimes when anyone asks me about it, I say…