When I was younger, I used to lie in bed at night and spin magical tales for myself. They usually involved a boy, and me being the smartest, funniest girl and said boy falling for me.
Although, I still play this game a bit, my wish list has changed quite a bit over the years. When I lie in bed and fantasize (ahem, in a CLEAN manner) I think about all sorts of things. Like, I really want this house. It's an old duplex that's been flipped and has so much character. It's within walking distance to our favorite pub and two minutes from work. I just think it is the cutest place in the world. The inside is even cooler. And, Rockett would love to look out those windows all day. The cats could sun themselves, and I could snoop easily!