"Is this the life I wanted to lead?"

I think as my head digs into a pillow.

My mind lands on a country scene.

A villa, colored peach in the sun,

sits with its legs crossed atop a hill.

The grass is greener than it should be allowed.

One side of a hill is scraped

by a patch of tilled land.

I park my red scooter by the villa.

It looks like a cherry stuck into sorbet.

I call out a girl's name and hear a quick answer

from inside.

We embrace and kiss.

Her dress is white with a blue flower pattern.

It floats up and touches my fingers

I smile because I can't help myself.

Her neck smells like flour, sugar, and cinnamon.

Inside is cool but bright.

I stretch my arms out of habit

and land face down on our couch.

I hear laughter and turn my head

to see her in the kitchen.

The window casts a spotlight on her.

I pick up a book and turn the page

to where I left off.

The pages smell like her fingers

mixed with lemons.

I know this because she curls up

right next to me.

My eyes open to pitch black.

Sprinklers hiss outside.

A dog cries from someone's patio.

Is this the life I want to lead?