Prompt #2: Wish

[ambitious_wench]

For thetendermuse.

Wish

I wish I had fewer responsibilities. I wish I had no strings, that I could fly anywhere, I wish I had the will to shrug off my apathy, to get up and go and do and see and taste the world around me. I wish I had enough money that I never had to work again, to simply write or go or learn.

I wish I could see Ireland. I wish I could feel the cool wind with the taste of green filling my lungs.

I wish I hadn't gained this weight. I wish I could get up and go to the gym without the fear of being looked at and evaluated like meat on a shelf in the market.

I wish I could write effortlessly, without having to smooth and re-smooth the words, like a fretful hand smoothing a crumpled piece of paper, over the wooden surface of a desk.

I wish that I could draw, follow the curve of a hip or the sphere of a breast. I wish I could add color and form to a page and make something new, a view that makes people stop and say "I know that, I've seen it in real life, I recognize what you are showing me."

I wish my dogs could open the door themselves, and were responsible enough to close it behind them as they pass through. I wish Seamus didn't jump the fence, and could go outside without a leash.

I wish secret things, things I will not share. Things of the heart, things of the body, things involving people, things too terrible to ever see the light of day, and things too wonderful to release from between my ears and behind my eyes.

I wish. I wish for pears with brown sugar and masala spice, marsala wine and baked at 400ºF until tender, and the wine and sugar and spice are thick and syrupy. I wish for vanilla ice cream to top it off.

I wish for guinness on hot days.
I wish for single malt whisky on cold days.
I wish for a cool breeze, a warm fire, a soft sweater, a good book.
a cup of chocolate.
Good eyesight to stitch.
Nimble, pain-free fingers to work the needle.
A light that doesn't flicker when someone walks by.
What do I wish for most right now? The bathroom.