Here I am, sitting and petting our cat, it’s almost eight in the evening. Outside, it’s raining and quite chilly, considering it’s the middle of summer. What if I could take a flight to Paris tonight and check into a hotel? Wake up, surrounded by white, soft sheets and fluffy pillows. Feel the sunbeams just coming over the rooftops, warming me as I lie in bed. I would take that as an invitation to go out and embrace the day in Paris! I throw on my bathrobe, call room service, and order a café au lait and a croissant with chocolate in the middle. Once my order is received, I quickly take a shower; I don’t want to miss a second of this day. Then, a guy knocks with the wonderfully smelling coffee, and I bite into the croissant before even thanking him and closing the door. Then I remember that maybe I should tip, but he’ll get it next time, I think. He didn’t seem that eager anyway, as he yawned widely when I opened the door.

The croissant is crispy and still warm from the oven. The chocolate melts in my mouth, and I smile. I take a few steps onto the small balcony facing an alley and sit in the sun. Looking down the alley, I see only a very fluffy dog ​​running loose and an old lady sitting on a chair crocheting just outside a door. I eat up every crumb of the croissant and finish the delicious coffee. I go back in, put on light summer clothes and a straw hat I bought at the airport. Now I’m ready to go out. I greet the woman at the reception cheerfully as I pass by. She just looks at me as if I just insulted her. But I won’t let her ruin my day. Judging by the scent, there’s a bakery near the hotel. I go there and buy a baguette for lunch. I really want to buy more pastry when I see all the goodies available. But that’ll be another time.

I go out on the street again, and the fluffy dog comes running towards me. He must have understood that I bought something edible because he sits nicely and looks at me with big dark eyes. He gets a piece of the bread, and he seems satisfied with it. I think that in Paris, there are no greedy dogs! I hear voices down the street and decide to go there. Some old men are playing boules on a designated sandy patch in a backyard. I stand and watch for a while. They are really good. I think they should compete in a tournament. But then again, maybe everyone is equally good at boules in France.

I continue down the street and reach a lush little park. I think it would be nice to sit for a while under the shade of the tree crowns. It’s already very warm in the air, so I take off my shoes and sit down in the grass. It’s so nice to sit there and just feel the warm wind on my face, I almost fall asleep. But I’m soon awakened from my dreams when I hear my husband coming in from outside, complaining about how wet and cold you get in the rain.

But nothing is impossible; one day, I will go to Paris. Keep on dreaming! I’ll talk to the boss tomorrow morning!