They were Monarchs

It was summer but I wanted it to be fall. It was an old, heavy, wooden ladder but I wanted it to be new, light, and aluminum. They were wasps defending their nests but I wanted them to be hummingbirds. It was raining again but I wanted it to stop. I was with my parents and we were finally friends so I was happy but I wanted to go back and start doing this last year or the year before that. They were brown recluse and I should have just left them alone. They were cows in the field watching me shower and I resolved never to eat beef again. But then I ate some beef and then I ate some more. The library was open but only for curbside. The notebook was useful but it only took ballpoint. The comet came by but the skies were too cloudy. The days were long but I wanted them to be longer. They were peonies but I wanted them to be tulips. The house was old but it was new to me. There was a box fan but I wanted an air conditioner. I had a towel but I wanted the wind. There were baseball games but the fans were missing. They were peonies. They were tulips. The mattress went up in smoke but I didn’t want to be seen. I had gotten things done but I needed more time. They were monarchs heading south but I wanted them to stay.