Fantasy in My Fucking Feelings

  • April 13, 2018, 2:26 a.m.
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I need a vacation. I’m not much of a Cinderella but lately I find myself fantasizing about a mysterious man swooping me off my feet and taking me to the country or the beach or some new exotic local for some quality romantic bonding time.

I see us whittling by the campfire and reading aloud. We are climbing trees and fishing, wading in to find the best spot. We are shooting dinner with a bow and arrow and riding on horseback. We are climbing rocks and roasting marshmallows and cuddling through the coldest parts of night under a fur blanket.

I fear this dream is a long way off, but it sounds so perfect right now. And it’s finally getting warm enough.


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