Daydreaming

I keep having this reoccurring daydream. It finds itself spreading an enormous smile across my face, tiny giggles escaping my already grinning expression and fills my body up with, the super cliché, of tiny bubbles.

I am two feet out the window of an old muscle car, somewhere beneath the summer flickers of sunlight and moving trees. My head is rested on the shoulder of some amazing human who has taken my heart and thrown it to the warmth of the summer sun, which now falls softly on me. My long blonde hair is floating in the wind and distantly, a song I like to call ‘Happiness’ circles around us.

I don’t know if it is the fantastic human next to me that is making me so happy, or the feeling of freedom in my heart. But it makes me yearn, yearn for the feeling of me loving someone whole-heartedly or just to be on a road going softly nowhere.