I dream that I wake up, his hand resting on my cheek.

That I brush his hair out of his face,

and he slowly wakes up.

Upon the sight of my face,

he smiles.

Just enough to let me know that he loves me.

I dream that I wake up around 7

and make the kids breakfast.

He will get their backpacks ready,

then we will wait at the bus stop with them.

I dream that we live a simple life,

on the outskirts of a town,

with a dog or two, and plenty of land.

I dream that after the kids are gone,

he makes us our own breakfast,

and we sit down to play Scrabble.

I dream that I go to work at 9,

but he stays home,

working from his laptop

and waiting for the kids to get home.

I dream that I'm home at 5,

and the kids are playing outside with the dogs,

and he sits on the porch,

watching our children frolic.

I dream that we put the kids to bed at 8:30,

and we sit down on the couch and watch TV

and fill each other in on our days.

I dream that at 12,

we head to bed,

and he hugs me like he'll never get the chance to again.

I dream that we grow old,

our kids move out,

our backs grow sore,

yet our love never falters.

I dream that we are happy,

and we work through fights,

and we aren't in a fairytale,

but we make it work.

It's just a dream,

but I wish for it more than anything.