distant dreams

in another life we would love each other, you think, drinking white wine in full mason jars by the edge of your couch. you are proping yourself up against cushions and calling people you havent talked to in months because it will feel better to talk to them then someone who may actually know how you feel. when they ask "how are you" you laugh so hard in the phone that wine drips out your nose and you are smiling and chatting and say "things are fabulous, my life is so great right now."