I imagine a day where I walk through the door and there you are, lying on the couch, fast asleep with the TV remote in your hands. I slightly nudge you to move over, only awakening parts of you, but enough for you to know that I am home and in your arms.
I imagine a day where time doesn't seem to bother us as we talk endlessly about distasteful danishes and preferred pillow cases.
I imagine a day where you cannot get enough of me, and flames inside turn into wildfires.

I imagine, I imagine, I imagine.
I never experience.