Where we could live...

In this land, where things come true, I would like to think you were too. We could sing real loud the songs that we like. You could play the guitar, under the super bright moonlight. I’d eat cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And you’d have meat 10 times a day. We’d lay in the sand and magically float off into the sharkless beach. We’d read books and even get Entertainment Weeklies. We’d play thumb war and cards and backgammon too. And if I win every single time, we’d still giggle like we do. But if I got sad, which I do every now and then. You’d give me a grin, a note or a hug and I’d return to our happy land.