• Prelude •

Après midi a Paris.

That's my dream, my desire. After listening to said song, I've been having lovely dreams about taking a stroll in 1800s Paris with my partner in the afternoon, dressed in a silky, lacey, bell-shaped dress that hovers just below my knees in a fashion that embellishes life itself.

Après midi a Paris, I hear it calling. I wonder when I will meet this dreamed reality.