Sunshine on my pillow.

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Oh how I dream of warmer, brighter days, but the winter seems to grind on and on. So I take refuge in my dreams and conjure up hot balmy days, where the heat of summer touches my face and I feel young again.

Gone are the aches and pains. I can glide up and down stairs with ease, feel light, almost weightless, instead of laboring under the leaden burden winter heaps on my shoulders. In my dreams I am ageless and free. In my dreams I spin wonderful, golden tales as my pen skips and hops across the page like a newborn lamb, leaving joy in its wake.

In my dreams I can smell the scent of new cut grass and the blowsy, heavy scent of pink roses, along with the fragrance of lilacs.

If only I could live in my dreams.

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6 Responses to “Sunshine on my pillow.”

  1. Thanks Jane 😀

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  2. Yes…bring the sunshine! Much needed! 🙂

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  3. I’m right with you, dreaming the same thing and that sun feels wonderful

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