I just daydreamed for 20 minutes about what I might be doing on a day like today, a year from now. I had a job, and students to call my own. I was living in Queens, and I came home to walk Taters. I lived in a small one-bedroom. It was nothing special, but it was mine. We strolled around a bit. I stopped into a store to buy something, and we went home. I heated up some food (lets be real, even in my fantasies, I know I’m not cooking much). Then I sat down on a cute blue and white striped couch with my dog, ate dinner, and watched TV. THESE are my fantasies. This is all I want out of my life right now. A job and a space of my own to build upon.
pleasepleasepleaseplease
