1 May 2012
My favorite thing,
I don't know why,
Is looking at the big black sky,
Sitting in my mummies car,
Chomping on a chocolate bar.
Staring out the window with the wind through my hair,
Feeling in my face all the cool, crisp air.
I am on the highway,
Lights are shining bright,
As we pass by a large construction site.
It is nighttime,
And of course outside is dark,
But I feel very safe when Max lets out a bark.
My dog and I, we sit together, raveled in my covers,
And I stick my head outside the window,
To see the moon that hovers.
This is my fantasy get away,
A memory from my past,
I hope that I will never forget,
And that this will always last.
My Fantasy Getaway • Opuss № I