It’s a cookie kind of a day,

a milk chocolate, cream-filled, cookie kind of a day,

the kind of day that you want to wrap tight and save forever,

but that you never do, because you can’t.

It tempts you with the beauty of lazy summer days,

of happiness and laughing eyes,

of spending all day in bed, with nothing to worry about

and no one to care.

The kind of day that seems to last forever,

but that is gone so quickly

that all you can do is miss it and think back wistfully

on how nice it was.

Already I miss the day, miss this good feeling,

this wondrous, light, happy feeling

that is already beginning to fade,

consumed by my inner oyster.

It was a pearl of a day,

beautiful and round,

seeming to pass so quickly,

but filled with so much that it must have been forever.

It was a wonderful, beautiful, perfect day,

and I’ll hold onto the memory of it forever

as I go on to the next day and the next,

wishing for cookies.