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 Some days I wake up 

And I dream of our future.

I dream of our home,

Not quite my style outside

Very much mine inside.

I dream of our boy,

Our first born,

the little you.

I dream of him playing in the yard,

Throwing you a ball,

That you don't really know how to catch.

You want him to take up basketball, football.

Or at least hockey.

But his mind is stubborn, like yours,

And all he can see is baseball.

I dream of the honey colored curls 

Of our second born.

Our little me.

She's bright but because you are her mom

She's not afraid to show it,

She's not afraid to try.

I dream of us four, singing terribly in a car

Driving to the cottage.

Taking a plane, visiting home.

You work so much and I do dream 

Of how i will complain one day.

But I dream of me, too.

With my big office and my big name,

On the door, the screen or the stage

Leaving work because I need to cook.

I dream of dinner at home,

Even when you are mad at me.

I dream of us. Of me.

I dream and I fall asleep.