Fountains

The day I got my tax refund, I was giddy. Money in the bank. A cushion. A rainy day fund. Something generally not afforded college students.

Two nights later I had this dream. I was in one of the rooms on one of the highest floors of the Bellagio, looking out the window over the fountains at night. I was contemplating and smiling about whether I wanted to book another night there or go somewhere else.

And with that, anyone could know what makes me feel carefree, where my mind is at right now, and exactly what the nature of my independence-lust is.