Friday, half day, frist day off-

off for Spring Break that is. What to do-

What to see.

Then out of the blue he walks up.

Dave Franco- the man of my dreams.

He tells me we should run away.

I said where to, he said where not..to.

He wisked me away to a beautiful beach.

In a perfect world..

Which is where I was.

Laying ona ablanket, palm trees,-

Cool Breeze and Dave, 

As we swim in the water that was clear as glass.

He asked me what my perfect day would be.

I replied, being with you. He laughed.

The next day I was awoken by bells.

Wedding bells that is.

He planned it, the perfect day.

Shelby and Dave.

OH what would my mother say?

After it all, the rise, no fall.

My Spring Break ended.

The greatest of them all.

On the plane ride home, I told him I didn't like them fame.

So I went back home to my small town ways.

Then I woke up that monday. 

Bright and early.

No ring, no fling,

It was all just a dream. 

A great Spring Break is just what it seems.