Right Now.

Right now I would love nothing more than to me in some sort of blustery, sunny New England town. Maybe Vermont. I would love to sit on a rocky beach with all of my friends and eat pistachio ice cream while wearing tortoiseshell Wayfarers.
We'd all ride apple-red bicycles back to the cottage where we're staying and laze around. Someone would be out on the porch napping with their hat over their eyes. I would be in the heat of a Scrabble tournament in the living room. In the kitchen, something would be blowing up in the microwave.
In a little while, we'd all sit down at an old table with a checkered table-cloth. We'd have spaghetti and vegetarian meatballs and always lots and lots of fresh cherries.
Later, we'd lay on the grass outside and drink lemonade and play that game where you lay your head on someone's stomach and the person laughs, and then the person whose head is on your stomach laughs just because they can't help it. And then we'd all be good and tired and crawl into twin beds that feel like they are filled with rocks and look like they came from a hospital. And we'd all leave our doors open so we could talk about life as we drifted to bed. At sleepovers I am always the last one awake, so I would creep outside to the front steps and drink raspberry tea. Of course someone else would already be out there, so we'd share an itchy flannel blanket and fall asleep.

Next summer...