I’m in love with a fantasy.

The fantasy of lying on the couch together

watching the season finale of Grey’s Anatomy.

The fantasy of all my jokes being laughed at.

Sometimes because they’re funny.

Sometimes because I’m so goofy that I thought they were funny.

Cause it’s my fantasy.

I’m in love with a fantasy.

In my fantasy you’re the one.

In my fantasy there is adventure and discipline.

And a lot of love.

In my fantasy, there is romance.

I’m in love with a fantasy.

The fantasy of the perfect dates.

Dates in the park.

Dates on the riverwalk.

Dates to a football game.

Dates to a movie and then to dinner.

Dates that I only imagine in my mind because it’s a fantasy.

I’m in love with a fantasy.

At night, in my sleep, my fantasy takes control.

My fantasy kisses my neck

until I make the sound telling how much I like it.

And at night,

in my sleep,

my fantasy does things that make me scream and cry at the same time.

And I’m in love……

With a fantasy.