Black Cat

I know it's early but my first nanowrimo prompt is "black cat"

I hope tomorrow a black cat crosses my path and brings four years of bad luck cascading down on my head.
I hope tomorrow all the four leaf clovers shrivel and die under my feet as we dance on the grass.
I hope tomorrow I open an umbrella indoors and dance until it rains, pouring sweet water across our face as we look up to the heavens, wondering who blessed the world so we met each other.
I hope tomorrow I break a mirror while I'm walking underneath a ladder with an upside-down horseshoe hung on the top.
Kiss me under this ladder surrounded by the glittering shards of our old lives.
I hope I never get the bigger half of the wishbone
I hope the only rabbits I find don't even have feet.
'Cause baby, when I'm with you nothing can bring me down.