We'd run through green meadows, littered with dandelions, cast their delicate whites into the sky and watch as the breeze gently take them away. As gently as I'd hold you in my arms under the warmth of the sun, resting amongst the soft beds of grass. But not before a little snack. I'd give you the slim jim and I'd take the apple because I know meat's your favorite; although you'd pretty much eat anything. And then time would pass and darkness would slowly overtake the song of day. The stars would splatter throughout the black fog in all it's shimmer and we'd walk back home, it's not that far; a hop, skip, and a jump away. Maybe I'd bathe you. It's probably been a few weeks, sorry. You've got away with it for far too long. Oh, don't be dramatic. The water's warm and sudsy, filled with puffs of bubbles. Don't move! See, it wasn't so bad, was it? And after that'd I'd give you more helpings of dinner for being such a good friend. All gone already? Now, you're tired right? So am I. So let's lock up and hop in my bed. We'd tuck under the blankets, I'd hold you in my arms once more..you smell nice...and close our eyes, awaiting another content day.
If only you were still here.











