I dream of opening my eyes to a sea of gold each morning, fluttered with scarlet kisses in cups of coffee. The sleeves hit the palms of my hands in the palm of yours. I skip from the bench to the lake, pulling you along with me. Night rolls in and we lock ourselves in the house, opening the windows to hear the rain while we watch Disney movies all night long. Apple cinnamon candles fill the room while you sleep and I kiss your cheek until your lashes flutter and your lips curl and the magic breaks the surface into reality. Then I wake, I really wake, to the summer breeze and lonely sheets and I dream of autumn.