Mary wished she could be living the idyll she had pictured. It is impossible of course, but never stopped her dreaming. If one day she woke up in a fluffy bed, with the most luxurious sheets, coverings, she would be happy. This setting would have to include the most treasured of all, the love of her life quietly sleeping beside her. The sun would be streaming in, carrying a floral scented breeeze from a balcony. A sweet dream, only Mary’s fantasy.