Somewhere on my bucket list

I want to fall asleep with you in a glass penthouse, in a room with wooden floorboards, and a full window facing the shimmering lights of New York City. We would play the music softly as the sky gradually turns from crimson, purple and blue to a soft black. The sun would be replaced with stars sprinkled over the night sky. We’d sleep in a bed close to the floor, in fact we could just sleep on a mattress or a thick doona with dozens of pillows and cushions scattered over the floor. We’d take turns in reading chapters of a really good book and drink expensive champagne just because we can. And then we’d fall asleep after hours of talking about anything and everything, what we’re scared of, what we think the future holds, what we would do if we could swim without having to come up for air, where we could get breakfast the next day, we’d debate over the news, we’d discuss a new book we should read, or a new place we’d like to go. We’d kiss.

And then fall asleep. And wake up to the coolness of the aircon, comfortably entwined in the crisp white sheets. And the sun would be shining beautifully over the city, and the sunlight would stream through the window and paint patterns of light on us. We’d see some clouds, but the sky would be mostly bright blue. We’d hear city noises, muted traffic and sounds of people living their lives metres below us. We’d lie there for a while just cuddling, just content and happy in the moment. Not thinking of anything but the present.