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In twenty years I want to find myself

Slipping my heels out of the backs of my shoes and tossing them carelessly to the side of the porch where my husband sits rocking in an old wooden chair that creaks every time he presses up against the backing. Walking slowly, I will wander a few inches out into the yard pressing my feet down into the soil, allowing the grass to tickle the web of skin between my toes. The phonographe’s crank will be turning under a lovers hand until in a moment Simon and Garfunkel will be carrying their tune over the heads of the crickets hiding in the garden and through the tree’s whose leaves shine proudly under the light of the moon. The sheer slip of my nightgown will sway as I move my body across the property for, how could one resist dancing on a night like this? I will tilt my chin upwards towards the herd of clouds painted against the sky in awe for a moment before returning to my husbands side where we will continue to sing Mrs.Robinson, without caring that we are not hitting all the right keys.

I can not see myself marrying a man who will not spend summer nights like this with me.

My other tumblr in which I post more things like this, more things about me is here