The Imaginary Future

This weekend the Chief spent the night. My favourite part about our sleepovers is not necessarily the sleeping over, or the late nights to be able to do whatever it is that we please without a time limit... No, my favourite part is lying in his arms and planning our Imaginary Future.

Him coming home, and kicking off his work boots and stripping down as he comes to my reading nook, which is tucked into the curve of the stairs going up.

The raised King size bed in our master bedroom, with its billowy canopy curtains and the mirror attached to the canopy ceiling so only we know how kinky we can be.

The huge walk-in rainfall shower, with LED lights changing colour softly through the steam.

Watching porn in the bedroom, and all our favourite movies in the living room with the extra wide L-Shaped leather couches (Even musicals. I mean, if I'm going to watch Braveheart and Gangs of New York he can watching Singing in the Rain and Phantom of the Opera). And playing PS3, and Wii- cursing at each other for kicking the other's butt (at Wii bowling I'll win. I'm dead if we play MW2).

Doing laundry together, and making out while the dryer is running, making everything hot and vibrate-y before folding everything and throwing socks everywhere, because eventually work has to get done. (Socks, however, are evil. Which is why they get tossed around. If we're Imaginary Millionaires I plan on buying new socks instead of washing old ones. Frivolous but true. I hate socks.).

Splitting up imaginary children into age categories for who will raise which one when. And when we'll leave them with grandparents, and the rotation so both sets get equal time without realizing our scheme to ditch the kids so we can escape and enjoying the wondering and magic of each other.

Our imaginary fishes. Because the Chief doesn't want real pets. Which is okay, I kinda want a puppy and a sugar glider, but fish work. Besides, when we get our imaginary acreage I'm getting a big outside puppy.

Our Imaginary Honeymoon. And google searching the map on the ipod touch to trace out the places we'll go, and how long we'll be gone. Debating where to go and what to see, making sure we both get our favourite places in. And the Chief is getting, as his Imaginary Wedding present, a special gift in Amsterdam (its probably not what you think. In fact I'm almost positive it's not what you're thinking!).

The big imaginary backyard. With room for his hot tub. And my imaginary fire-pit. So we can get naked, and make S'mores all in the same night.

The kitchen island, with enough room for entertaining, for our family and friends to come visit and hang out. And for cooking and concocting interesting and experimental meals together.

And my favourite thing to imagine about our Imaginary Future? The countless mornings I'll get to share with him. Dreaming up more things for our Imaginary Future.