Wouldn’t it be good

Wouldn’t it be good


to have a lizard that changed color to match your living room decor?

to have a Bengal Tiger for a pet that would smile at guests, guide them in and use his deathly paws to shift the living room furniture for seating?

to wake up, and have your spouses’, hair smell just the way they did when you first smelt them and fell in love?

to get a Johnny walker scotch kick from the same mundane black coffee that you’ve been sipping for years to knock you off your sleep?

to get that coveted six pack by just a dozen relaxed crunches at the gym?

to reach your office and have a gazillion white and red flowers decorated at your desk, and cards scattered around your paperwork, cards from you colleagues that just say, “Hi, have the best day buddy”?

to have your super naggy, ultra dejected boss smile and say, “Good Morning” for the first time in years that you spent bursting your ass for the conglomerate that promoted him CEO a week ago?

to just for one day, sit and relax at a bar, gulp a couple shots and have your mates not brag off their state of the art cell phones or recently slenderized girlfriends?

to have the love of your life show up at your doorstep, smiling and beautiful, aching to run into your arms and pile drive your soul into oblivion?

to have scaly venomous snakes mow your lawn while you sit back in your easy chair and stuff your mouth with chunks of mom made spaghetti?

to look into the mirror, strip naked, grab a handful of the delicious flab and be able to say, “Man! I am curvy and I love it”?

to be, for once, awarded 10,000 bucks for being successfully able to miss an indispensible deadline?

to have a fusillade of enticing, shimmering, glossy luxury cars pass by at collision distance and yet feel amazed at not being able to be aroused?

to just for one second, allow time to stand still, the brain projector to run and to flip through the reel of mental images showing clips of how beautiful your life has been and will be, if you just let go?