she daydreams
about every little thing
every little hope
about the city
about the ocean
about tea
about the fabric of her dress
about tiny little ice cubes
about stories
about scenarios
about dancing
about the sunshine
about the rain
about the smell of basil
about pngs on tumblr
but as she glances over
from doodling in her notebook
all she can daydream about
is him
so please
don't wake her up