A Little Dream.
You know, Some mornings I wake up and I wish…that I was waking up in a little place where I live in a not so high apartment overlooking a town that is beautiful, going down the stairs to a little coffee shop on the corner to get coffee and pastries. Where the sky is pretty, and the birds are singing. Where people are around, getting ready for their day. Not too busy, just kind of busy. Where you can sit and watch people come and go. And you are acquainted by your closes friends. Just a little dream.
