Remember That?

I love the feeling I get,  
when we lay on the dirt.  
And grass tickles our skin,  
through thin, white tee shirts.  
 
How the fun doesn't stop,  
when we we're completely wasted.  
The way you hold my hair back,  
look away and make faces.  
 
I love to remember,  
how we don't wear shoes.  
Because you like the height,  
but use a different excuse.  
 
Most of all, I like the view  
from my trampoline.  
It's astounding; surreal.  
Like some Polaroid scene....  
 
Of course, one day I'll wake,  
and discover the truth.  
That this was a dream,  
a stolen photograph,
from some picturesque booth.