""A bouquet of clumsy words: 

You know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming, but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. 

I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like.

I wish that people didn’t always say “just wondering” when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. 

And I wish I could get lost in the stars.
Listen, there’s a hell of a universe out there. Let’s go.

—E.E. Cummings