i want to live the dream.

I want to be an english high school teacher. I want to talk about Edgar Allan Poe and Dostoyevsky and Oliver Twist and Treasure Planet and I want to teach kids how precious words and stories and poems are. I want to see kids faces light up when they come into my classroom and I want them to feel safe. 

Then, once that last bell rings, I want to go to my car and blast music and sing along while I head home to my husband and cuddle on the couch with him with hot chocolate, and we'd watch a movie with our cat and bunny in our laps while I work on what I'll do with my students the next day or I'll be grading their papers and I'll happily tell my husband about my day and I'll gladly listen to his too, completely enamored with his voice and his face and everything about him. We'll talk about what we'll do on the weekends and I'll kiss all over his face and laugh, teasing him about how red he looks. Then we'll go to bed and talk until we're both sleepy, our words slurred with drowsiness, or I'll read to him whatever book he wants to hear my voice in until he falls asleep, and I'll happily fall asleep to the sound of his breathing and the feel of his heartbeat.

And then I'll get to wake up and do it all again.