Carpet floor. 2 book shelves full of books. I’m sure everyone has been read front to back.

She had a tiny notebook in hand. We were laying on the floor under a bar table. Talking about shades of purples. Woman’s Fight Club. Cool tank tops, boots and leather jackets. Oh and the smoothie shop on the first floor! It seems so long ago now it was all a beautiful dream. But things never stay in dream land when it comes to her. Honestly I’m not sure how we got from point A to point B. Life just happens when you spend time next to her oozing sunniness. We created a wonderful dream like a lullaby. We could sell shirts. Have a desk made out of boards people break. What about a wall where people signed. I pulled out $5 and told her to give me hers. I folded the dream into T-shirts. She framed it and made it come true. She gave me a necklace that said “You are stronger than you have ever been.” Now night after night I feel the dream under my feet. I watch  strong women dream. And she’s still there, dreaming and holding a tiny notebook.