Reverie

There are days when I don't want to be here. Eyes shut, I instead wander in the dreamworld, where the libraries always have the books I want, where high school drama is the only topic of discussion at school, where the people I wish I knew talked to me as if we had always been good friends, where the weather is never too hot or too cold, where we sip from iced goblets adorned with hibiscus blossoms and dine on crepes florentines and parfait aux framboise, where cats never run away from me when I try to pet them, where the clothes I want to wear always fit like a glove, where nothing -- and yet everything -- has changed between you and me.