I want to become an astronaut and blast off on a rocket called Mayflower.
I want to discover a planet, and name it February. I would go there for 28 days each year (sometimes 29). And I would be ruler of this planet.
There would be no birthdays or death days. There would be no holidays full of reminders of broken relationships. There would be no illness, sadness, or bad news.
There WOULD be sunshine, wine, and laughter. Lots of laughter. And it would be populated by all those people who I least expected to show up in times of trouble. And they would all be in their pajamas. Because that’s how those people are dressed when they come to rescue you in the middle of the night.