Saturday, February 19, 2005

The Hammock

Lazy summer days. Lying on the hammock down by the lake for hours at a time. Headphones on, soothing music. Gentle breeze. Dozing off, dreaming of him. His smile, his laughter, his eyes. His sense of humor, the way he would tease her.

Life couldn't possibly be any better.

Unless of course he was real.

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