Laying on my sofa dreaming of my prince, things are getting heated between us. I feel my legs drift apart for he in my dream is spreading them placing kisses all the way up....ding dong! My doorbell springs me from the sofa and out of my princes kisses.
I open the door to a very un pleased neighbor. "Mrs.temple to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Well darling, I noticed your pruning has gotten...well how do I say this, you're neglecting your bushes."
"Well you would disagree if you saw my bush below." I chuckle a bit. I however, Only receive a non satisfied neighbor.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Temple, I will start working on my bushes when I get the time. Ok?"
"Alright darling that sounds fine."
"Have a nice day, Mrs. Temple." She just waves me off. Should I trim the bushes or dream of my prince. Do I really have to answer that, I'm going back to dreaming.
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Falling for Mr. Right
ChickLitDreaming, always dreaming of that perfect other. The one that'll make you whole. I dream of him a lot. What sucks is...will he ever show up. I woke one day, out of my day dreaming to only be disappointed by the lady next door ringing at my doorbell...
