a long time ago...

I was sitting on a porch swing at cabelas when I thought 'what would it be like to think back to this day, only with a couple switches?' well, I've thought back to that day since, only that porch swing was on my future house, in which I have not moved into yet, but I really want to. The swing is old, and has chipped white paint. The chains holding it up have rust on them, and it smells like a rose scented burning candle. It doesn't matter how old I am. I'm just there. when i think of an old memories locked in an old filing cabinet, I'm sitting there thinking about it. music drifts in over my shoulder, through my head. not the music you would expect for this type of setting. Lily Allen drifts through the cottage from my old blue ipod shuffle. depending on my mood, the surroundings on the outside of the house change. it varies from snow to a beach to a blur of new york city. and sometimes there is nothing. just the sound of air. i can look to my left to find a shadowy figure looking at the same landscape i am. i can't see this persons face,  because i can not see the future. but i know he is there. at the end i see me putting my head on his shoulder and he wrapping his arm around me as the vision fades out. to my right i see a guitar and a piano. no music sheets, except for those on the back of a cocktail napkin. inside the house is a dog on the bed. not curled up at the end of it, but its face on the pillow and sprawled out diagonally. its my memory home. and it will always have a warm place in my heart.
love,
maddie