Daydream

In the past few years I have amassed an extensive list of what I don't want in a relationship, but what I do want isn't as easily defined.

My definition of a perfect relationship revolves around on day dream I have about a lazy Sunday with my beloved.

The early afternoon sunlight ilmunates the living room. Windows are open letting a breeze flow through our place. I am curled up in the corner of the couch, engulfed in a book, my beloved is on the other end of the couch, reading, doing the NYT crossword puzzle, watching a game or perhaps getting an early jump on work for the week.

He asked me something, "how do you spell conclusion?" or "What is a five letter word for...?" or "Wow, did you see that goal?"

I look up from my book, and catch his eyes. I breathe in deeply and take in the day, how beautiful and perfect it is. Maybe I notice my coffee or tea is empty, so I go to the kitchen, taking mine and my beloveded cup along for a refill. I run my hands along the counter, take in the smells, sounds sensations of this world. The taste of the coffee, the smell of him as I steal a quick kiss before returning to my spot on the sofa.

It's a moment where I relish in the comfort of being so close to someone that I need not say anything. Maybe it's an unattainable daydream, like becoming a famous Actress, or singer (given my inability to carry a tune or really lie) but it is my dream none the less. I curl up with it on my bad days. Holding out hope for the sun to shine.

My daydream beloved is not as easily defined. He's neither tall nor short. Blonde or brunette. He is simply a man who I can laugh with, talk to, sleep next to, cook with and for... The list is endless.