Spaghetti float....

I want to only wear one piece of clothing until mid September, no bra, no underwear, no socks, with flip flops or my pillow slides and that one thing will be flowing dresses and caftans. And bathing suits. I want a gorgeous tan. I want fresh wildflowers and sweet peas and lush colourful roses in vintage vases all over. I want to sleep with the windows and drapes open naked like a starfish under mama moon. I want to skinny dip in a clear cool creek in the forest with the bear cubs. I want to lay under the hot night sky, after watching a long pink sunset, and look for falling stars. I want more freckles. I want to park sit and people watch and make up imaginary back stories for everyone we see. I want popsicles and hot dogs cooked over a camp fire and s'mores and baileys in my coffee every morning. I want to get up early and stay up late. I want to want what I want and do whatever the fuck I want all day and all night. I want to frolic with the wolves. I want to eat spaghetti from a float in the middle of a lake with all of you.