Dreaming

I am definitely a dreamer.

I dream when I wake up in the morning.
I dream when I drive to work.
I dream between stupid arguments.

I dream at my desk.
I dream in my car.
I dream watching the ceiling above my bed.

I dream about love.
I dream about hate.
I dream about you.

I wish I could sleep. Instead I read Love in the Time of Cholera because Marquez reminds me of new ways to dream.