Flying out of reality

White noise in my head, clouds on my mind. Tropical rain in my thoughts. Palm trees and white sand, martini cocktails, bikinis, sunshine. In my head, I'm dreaming. Everyone around me says: «Be serious, get down to earth, get on your feet.» It’s not what I want. All I dream of is tropical rain, clouds, the ocean, and cocktails with colored umbrellas. You stay on your own ground, and I'll fly.