I Can Dream

I'm 58 years old, and own an Antique Shop in Paris.
I sit at a large wooden desk with fresh flowers.
with eye glasses at the tip of my nose, i sip coffee, read, and
chat with my work associate, who happens to be a good friend.
my shop is softly lit.
there's a fireplace in the back where the small library, worn leather chairs, and hound dog reside.
Classic jazz-bing crosby-fitzgerald-glen miller- esque music spinning.

I flip the sign closed at 5:30pm and head next door for a glass of red wine.