Option number 1: We sit on that porch every night in a glider like the one my grandma had growing up. There is a pitcher of peach iced tea next to me. Your feet are in my lap as you become more and more engrossed in whichever book from your extensive Anne Rice collection drew your interest. I'm watching the sunlight filter through the trees and listening to the cicadas sing their summer song.
Option number 2: The overgrown bush obscuring the living room window brings the most beautiful shadows at sunset. I lay on the hardwood floor, basking in the sunlight like a kitten on a summer morning. You stand over me, blinded by the warm glow of the sun. You're smiling and I smile too, happy to be surrounded by all my favorite things.