Breezes Resplendent Beaches Barefoot Butterflies Me

My future life is spent in a dress flowing white

In the distance a child (not mine!) flies a butterfly kite

I frolic barefoot on a quiet sand beach

Copious fruit trees resplendent and well within reach

The sun kisses my cheek, a light breeze tousles my hair

My dog jaunts beside me, we play fetch while we’re there

The wind whispers my name the waves play “Ode to Joy”

There’s a man there named Colin— this place beats Illinois 

This vision of my future is hard to believe

It’s a commercial I’ve stepped into, for the douche- Summers Eve

**Disclaimer: Again I find myself dreaming of the utopian world that is synonymous with feminine hygiene products. I apologize for any similarities to previous posts, but these ads from my youth apparently had a lasting and devistating affect on my ideas of true happiness.


The Daily Post, November 6, 2015, Daily Prompt: Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other~ Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.<a href=””>Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other</a>

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