Last night I dreamt of Hayward, Wisconsin A town not so far away, so small yet so cozy and alive. The town reminds me of the color maroon so perfect in its own distinct way. The water on the lake is so fresh glimmering with sunlight beaming. Fighting, frolicking on the lake having the time of a life. Going back inside the cabin stands George Washington, smaller than one would think. 1,784,342 is the amount of life I would guess is in the lake, just an estimate. Hola says Pablo Picasso, which I find very odd. As we're all inside it starts to hail on the out, what the hell we all start to shout as a centaur runs in our direction, Duck! I belched. Sandals fly everywhere as everyone dives away.  

Hayward, Wisconsin A town not so far away, so small yet so cozy and alive. The town is the color maroon so perfect in its own distinct way. The water on the lake is so fresh glimmering with sunlight beaming. Fighting, frolicking on the lake having the time of a life. Going back inside the cabin stands George Washington, smaller than one would think. 1,784,342 is the amount of life I would guess is in the lake, just an estimate. Hola, says Pablo Picasso, which I find very odd. As we're all inside it starts to hail on the out, what the hell we all start to shout as a centaur runs in our direction, Duck! I scream. Sandals fly everywhere as everyone dives away.