It was one of those days where you just felt dreamboat-ish, almost..... untarnished. I love days like these. I re-established my tire. I clocked it. 4 min. 23 sec. Hurray me for not comforming to the sexist stereotype of women. One day-dream later. We'll be wandering down an unblemished beach covered with white parasidiscal sand, the waves surging at the trim of our perfect little globe Perhaps we'll fasten pinkies, and romp up and down the shore searching for sea shells and starfish. Or maybe we'll simply relax on the beach, his hand encompassing my waist, surveying the suffused sun set in the deep indigo sky.