Secluding ourselves by a fire,Cherishing a novel.

Burning rubber under us,As wind whips our face.

Embracing in a hug,When one has not seenThe other for years.

Smiling, laughing, splashing,As icy water slithers up our bodies.

Savoring arctic-cold lemonade,On a blistering summer day.

A refined voice departing your throat,As a thunderous boom of applauseEmits from the audience.

Doing whatever appeals to you,Without any consequences.

This is the way life should be,This is the fictional worldThat we pray becomes reality.

But an alarm rings madly,And my wondrous dream comes to an end.