It'll be my turn.. someday..

I lay on the sofa, CSI's on telly tonight.
Usually, I won't take my eyes off the show.
Tonight, I stare at the ceilings, watching the cracks which resulted from a hot summer and dry winter - I hope.
I dream of warm sunny days,
or the week I emerge as the winner of the $25million jackpot
(oh, if only I knew how to buy the tickets),
Weekends as I drive over the West Gate Bridge in my little zippy convertible - top up, of course, won't want to mess the hair!
My eyes flicker as I hear Ned sigh in his sleep,
I forgot it's just the two of us tonight.
I'll just close my eyes and dream of curling up in your arms.