Last night…me and Baby were dancing in the streets of St. Croix. Wearing colorful pastels, we were in the middle of a Fashion Parade. It was so lively…so bright…we were so happy.
I didn’t see Nico, but I somehow sensed that he was out in the Boat Parade. My Dad was there…he was the King; a well-known, well respected man. He was in pastel colors, wearing a Fedora hat; standing on a boat…waving in the parade. We were staying in a bright and sunny villa in the middle of town. Me and Baby were smiling and laughing…dancing and twirling.
I was wearing a pink knit sundress…I somehow knew I’d designed myself; though it was sold by Victoria’s Secret. I looked so vibrant…glowing. Baby was older, but not much. We opened our door to see beautiful Victoria’s Secret models holding hands, trailing each other in a Conga line; dancing down the stone streets.
One of the tall blondes turned to me and waved, smiling as she called out, “I’ll call you as soon as we’re done here! I have your number.”
I replied, “Ok! Talk to you later.” And me and Baby danced our way back into the villa. It was wonderful!
Then…I woke up!
*We’re never too old to Dream*
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