On my perfect day there is no school. There are no school and there are no homeworks. My day begins in a warm bed, nestled between blankets and pillows. I wake up when I decide to wake up. This would probably be at 11 a.m. My perfect day has powdered donuts and orange juice, faded jeans and t-shirts. I'll sit in a big blue chair or maybe in the grass, freshly cut - I love that smell. The sun is shining and keeps my body warm. I hear lawnmowers and birds and the church bells that alert me every hour.
There are lemonade stands and children running through sprinklers. I watch people laughing and talking lightly about this and that. The world is peaceful and everyone has what they need. I would fly around the world, and be swimming in the clear waters of the Caribbean where the dolphins are singing and the fishes are swimming right by you.
My dog will run out from the waves of the ocean with a stick twice as large as his whole body, causing me to laugh at his awkward run. Soon, he digs a wide hole next to me to rest in the cool sand, not caring his tongue is laying collecting the smell, touch, and taste of the beach, the day.
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