Living in My Head

I have always been one to live in my head. I mean, I'm wonderful with people. I LOVE people. But inside my head has been this world of magic and wonder, or at least fantasy.

At night, I fall victim to it the worst. I sit in my thoughts and think of the breath of an unknown lover on my neck as he wraps his arms around me. I sit and wonder what it would be like to wake up next to him. I think about how his chest feels against my back. Sometimes he's got a little tussle of chest hair, sometimes he doesn't. Sometimes he's blonde, brunette. Always light eyes though. The irony in that is I've never had a boyfriend since coming to college with bright eyes. Always a deep brown.

I've been married more times than a Mormon in my mind, with hundreds of honeymoons. I've got houses in over half the country and a few other countries besides. I've lived in apartments, in houses, in cities, and in the country. I've had dogs, cats, rabbits, and even a raccoon.

I spend a lot of time up in my noggin. But I think it helps me realize that I don't really know exactly what I want. If I knew what I wanted, the little details would never change. So I'm waiting for the next guy who surprises me. Makes me feel something special that I haven't felt yet. It'll happen eventually. Who knows... Maybe one day I will have that 3 Bedroom in a quaint college town with a backyard and a pet raccoon.