dreams of a little white house surrounded by tall trees. walls of white and blue-gray. hydrangeas all throughout the house. windows open, a cool breeze drifting through. the smell of a cherry pie baking, and motown music praying. a pup at my feet, a bottle of wine on the counter. overstuffed couches and warm blankets. a kitchen window that faces the driveway so i can watch for you to pull in. the quiet slam of the screen door, your face and arms, and bliss.