Rosa propped up on the edge of my couch as I was sitting in my lazy boy a moment ago.
"What would be your perfect life?" she asked out of the blue as a smile grew on my face.
"Me and you would run off, get married, and buy a big house with a big basement for my model railroad."
"I would like HDTV and a big screen TV," Rosa said, looking wistful as she habitually switched TV channels.
"We are so pedestrian," I told her as I chuckled. "We should be asking for world peace, fair play in politics, and the cure for mental illness."
"We could have all that and more in my dreams," she replied.
I put my head back into the 2001 issue of Model Railroader I was reading. Big dreams went through my mind as I thought of all the wrongs that could be righted. All the pain and suffering that could be abated. Just by following the simple and altruistic dreams of a mentally ill dude in Alabama and his girlfriend. Powerful dreams that if given the resources and the willpower could be brought to fruition. I realized I am living some of the dream right now at this moment. Feeling well. Financially secure. A warm and sheltering roof over my head to call home. It feels nice to be living a dream that so eluded me for most of my adult life.
"What would be Maggie's dreams?" Rosa asked of Maggie laying on the floor with her back legs stretched out behind her. Maggie looked so comfortable. She seemed to be grinning herself.
My smile doubled. "Cats to chase. Pupperoni treats on the hour. And a furry companion about her size to harangue for attention."
"Ah, puppy love," Rosa said as I turned my attention back to my Model Railroader.
I then moaned as Rosa found one of the most boring and over-the-top television shows she could find and fixated on it. "You like terrible TV," I thought. I soon retired to my computer room to listen to the radio and blog some. So much for dreams...