Write a Daydream

The house is bigger. The kids are slightly older. I'm not working, at least not a conventional job. My books are selling and next to me on the table is a script for the first movie. Another manuscript is below it and a graphic novel waits for editing. The pool is nice and the kids are swimming with friends. We're planning a trip to Egypt and Terry comes out to tell us the trip is ready and we're still leaving in two days. Everyone is happy and there is no arguing.