In my dreams, I am living an Italian Summer. I wake up to a soft breeze, Sending vibrations through my veins, And warm beams of sunlight, Thrusting through the curtains, Bidding my slumber goodbye. I slide my body through the curtains Guarding the balcony, And take in the crisp Mediterranean air With a coffee in hand And ease at heart. I undress and place a flowy white gown Over my bare figure And walk down to the water Where I take in the brash blue waves Crashing against the calm of the dock. I dip my toes into the sea While I lay my body onto the soft silky sand and let my mind wander. I find my thoughts to be stagnant And sense a slight pang of confusion Until I suddenly realize There is no place in this universe That I’d rather be Than with myself At ease, at sea.