A bikini top, a duck, a flirt and the beginning of believing- PVR Day 2
When I woke up this morning it took me a beat to realize where I am. The hum of the air conditioner. The crash of waves that permeated my balcony doors. The fact that I’m in a king size bed Baby! I can roll over and over…it’s the little things! I’m loving it- all of it! What’s not to love! I rolled over and stretched - a deep, delicious stretch, one that tells my body it’s time to think about beginning the day. I tackled the coffee maker first. I’m not sure why I have these dinky little cups (the size of a urine sample bottle) and a machine that spits out enough caffeine to fill it three quarters full. I grumble, try repeatedly to brew a cup and sigh, knowing that a full cup of something stronger will have to wait until I go down for breakfast. But the cup I did make successfully is carried to the balcony with me. I sit and sip. The sky is overcast but I do not care. I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of the sea. As my lips part to sip my coffee I can also taste the salty tan...
