I dream of a beautiful world.
One where you wake up whenever you want.
And breakfast is always ready.
Orange juice is not too sour
Coffee is not too milky
Bread is the right amount of toasted.
Eggs are scrambled and creamy.
There's no rush to get to work.
You can take a detour and decide to go on a road trip with a bunch of hitchhikers who don't turn out to be serial killers.
There's a washroom at every pit-stop.
A washroom that smells of soap and you don't have to squat, you can sit.
And we have that perfect weather.
A weather you can control with a regulator like that of a ceiling fan.
I can imagine a weatherman floating in the skies carefully proportioning the temperature and humidity.
Not too sunny, not too gloomy
Not too hot, and not too cold.
The destination doesn't have to be beaches or mountains.
It can be both at the same time.
You can sit on the sand or decide to fall from the sky with a parachute.
You do your idea of fun.
And home is always a few blocks or a few people away.
Never too far, yet never too close lest you lose your sanity.
I dream of a perfect world.
A world where I don't have to worry about my future diabetes report whenever I eat cake.
Or watch my parents grow old.
Where I know exactly what to wear each time I go out.
I never run out of change when I have to pay the rickshaw waala.
My laptop doesn't lose charge minutes before I have to give a presentation.
I don't ever to have wash dishes after eating, they just wash themselves.
And I don't waste half my dinner time deciding what to watch on Netflix..or Amazon prime?
I could have wished for gender equality, or reversing climate change, or a buttload of money.
But for now, I want to wish for these little whims.
For this little heart of mine.
In this little world.
Poetry writing month.
Prompt- Parallel universe.
- Lucrezia Carnelos - 7 minutes ago