Can I wake up here next to you? It would be nice. we could sit on the porch all day and paint each others toes, we can paint them so many colors. We could hike up that mountain till we were out of breath with little cowboys hats -- I would bow to you, lift my hat and sing you happy trails and something about honey. this is a place of wild horses. where i could kick up some dust, where I could run with some goats, feed chickens, and pick blackberries til I turn purply. i would wear an appron. i would bake pies. i may never leave if i made it here.