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You ever have one of those?

A day you wake up with the temperature hovering just below 70 degrees, truly a miracle for the month of July in the south.

The window open. Sunlight streaming through the tree outside speckles the carpet providing a natural, soft, waking light.

The smell of fresh cut grass perfumes the air on the crest of the breeze sweeping gently through the room, lifting the lace curtains only to let them fall lazily back into place again.

The full-throated cacophony of cardinals, mockingbirds, martins, sparrows and other songbirds provide the soundtrack of life as you stretch, sit up and ponder what direction your day appears to be headed.

As you make your way into the living room, the children are busy cleaning up, washing and folding laundry, loading and running the dishwasher.

The smell of fresh cut grass is replaced by carpet powder and lemon Pledge, but that's not all. The heady smell of fresh roasted coffee grounds giving up the nectar of life as water percolates through the coffee maker. You close your eyes and breathe deeply, the different smells assaulting your senses, threatening to overwhelm, but comforting all the same.

Walking now toward the kitchen, the kids smile and tell you good morning. Your paper, unopened and unread, is on the breakfast table and as you sit down a cup of coffee is placed in front of you.

Suddenly from the kitchen a sizzling hiss can be heard emanating from the area of the stove and the mouth-watering smell of bacon frying triggers an age old, primal response in your brain, bringing a smile to your face.

The eggs, three of them, over medium, grits creamy and swimming in butter, bacon crisp and meaty and toast a light, sensuous brown with a dollop of strawberry jam on each piece stare up at you from the plate.

Served with a smile, you begin to wonder who are these people and what did they do with your children?

The bowl of cantaloupe before you and the sound of your plate being scraped, rinsed and immediately placed in the dishwasher drive those thoughts out of your mind. After all, does it really matter?

You walk from the dinner table, back to the bedroom, grabbing a towel on the way and hit the shower. The hot water cascades across your face, over your shoulders and down your back relaxing tensed muscles and bringing a newness ... a freshness ... to the start of the day.

After stepping out of the shower, you notice a quiet solitude envelopes the house and your girlfriend is standing beside your bed in a gorgeous silk teddy with that "come hither" look making her literally glow.

She sent the kids to the movies and you have the house to yourself for the next several hours. The afternoon is spent fluctuating from hard, kinky, down and dirty fucking, to gentle intimate love making and back again. By the time you are done, you are literally spent.

Lying together, the last words you hear before you drift off to sleep is her, telling you she loves you more than anything else in the world and that she couldn't imagine being with anyone else anywhere else in the world.

You slumber and dream of the perfect day, in your perfect life with the perfect woman by your side and realize you are the happiest man in the world.

Have you ever had a day like that?

Yeah, me neither. Just thought I'd ask.