Day Dreaming

that painting i look at every day. god i wish i was there. the beautiful orange leaves falling everywhere. an old house just calling my name. in the middle of nowhere. i close my eyes and imagine the breeze. it feels cool, i start to sneeze. the clouds are moving to the west. i lay down a blanket and watch the sun set. the sun goes down as my phone rings. i'm back at the office my dream is gone. i look at the painting whistfully, i'll be back. i start to loose focus, there i am, under that tree. staring at the clouds as leaves fall around me. snap, back at the office again. until tomorrow my beautiful friend.