He lives in my mind

You live in my mind

Every time I think about him I just feel like I'm a kite, flying high up over the clouds... where nothing can harm me or yell at me, or cause any sort of stress in my little world... 

In my world, he's there, with his beautiful beautiful smile... He lives there.

He lives in his own little white house with beautiful flowers by the sidewalk.. 

Daffodils, Camelias, Azaleas,Violets... Every beautiful flower...

His house smells like chai tea. There's a piano in the left corner, in front of a window where the sunlight shines through. A beautiful puffy cat he calls Figaro sleeps peacefully, swaying his tail from time to time.. 

The living room is full of books and beautiful pieces of artwork he's done while he stays there.. Most of them are done with ink, simple drawings, but they're amazing. 

His kitchen is small.. Its counters and cabinets are white, while the floor is checkered. There's a window that looks out to his backyard. There's a dining table and chairs which are made out of pinewood. 

In the living room, in front of the main entrance, there's a narrow staircase. The staircase leads up to the second floor. His bedroom is right in front of the staircase. 

A big colonial bed, a beautiful dresser with a round mirror, a small bathroom with a bathtub and shower.. And a window that looks out to his garden. Sometimes he likes to peek out and look through his window to see how beautiful his garden is. He smiles then he goes back to what he was doing. 

Next to his bedroom, his study. His study is filled with paperwork, song memos, drafts, journals, newspapers, old things that time has gathered.. The study smells like cigarettes and incense. He sometimes stays there for hours, trying to figure things out. Even if he doesn't need to work anymore, he still enjoys writing and pondering about life. His cat, Stevie, a grumpy old cat, lays next to him. Stevie might be old and grumpy, but Fred loves his company... he says it relaxes him in some way. 

On the right side of his bedroom, a guest bedroom. 

Perfectly prim and organized for his guests. There's 2 twin beds, a dresser, a bathroom and a closet. Nothing special. 

His backyard is magical. 

Many dreams have taken place there. 

You can walk out to the backyard through the living room, a glass door divides the two sections. 

The grass is green and perfect. In the morning, little drops of morning dew decorate the beautiful strands of green grass. 

There's daffodils, Fred's favorite. There's a little garden lounge, he loves to have tea and read or write there with the company of his youngest cat, Lala. Lala is a beautiful Persian cat, she's small and puffy and full of life, just like Fred. 

When the sun sets, Fred goes out to his beautiful garden and just looks up at the sky... then the stars and the moon come out and he just gazes at them along with his cats and a warm cup of tea... maybe a cigarette. 

It's just a regular day at my world, 

Fun things happen with many, 

Freddie is part of it, but that doesn't mean he actually lives there eh? it's just a part of my imagination my dear friends.