The Dream Date

The sky was stating

A boastful blue

That no cloud

Would dare to tarnish.

The waves were

Rolling and swirling

In the sand as it

Tickled our toes.

We started to walk

Hand in hand

Towards the hints

Of red, purple, and pink.

They were now making

Themselves known

As the day began to retire.

It was truly

A picture perfect date.

And then,

I woke up.