Perhaps it is because of the pending hurricane or perhaps because I always secretly feel this way but I very much desire to be in another time tonight. I haven't quite figured out what time this is but I picture it with gentle breezes blowing my long white dress, holding a mint julep and gazing at the sunset. Daisy would be my name. Maybe I know exactly what time this is, maybe.

I am forever discontent in where I am, in who I am and, most recently, in the time I exist.