I dream of jumping on the freeway and heading to the airport
I dream of catching the FIRST flight to NY
I dream of calling Asher to pick me up
I dream of seeing him waiting for me at the terminal
I dream of running towards him
I dream of dropping my bags
I dream of leaping into his arms
I dream of giving him the greatest hug I can dish out
I dream of spending even just one day with him running errands and getting soda
But then I come to my senses and remember the two jobs I have here
Miss you, Asher.
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