Dear Wigleaf,

I must confess something right away. I can't stop naming things that don't exist. Like theoretical things that will never come to be.

My theoretical food truck that sells fries is called Small Potatoes.

My theoretical yacht is called Nautical by Nature.

My theoretical brewery is called Lost Cause Brewing.

My theoretical coworking space is called Among Others.

Take this as a warning: once you start naming fake things, it will never end.

I'm writing to you from my daydreams.

Now get outta my dreams and into my car.

Peace, love, & wigleaves,

Claire Hopple