Bzzzz Bzzzz Bzzzz The sand is warm under the towel. A jasmine-scented breeze cools my back, bared to the hot sun. The pounding surf is a lullaby.
Bzzzz Bzzz Bzzz A bee? Is there a bee on the beach? Bzzzz Bzzz Bzzz Lazily annoyed, I swipe it away. And hit the headboard.
Bzzz Bzzzz Bzzz I lift my head and crack open my eyes. Through the tiny slits that are all I will allow this unwelcome, new reality, I see gray, gray early morning light filtered by crystal ice stalactites outside the window. The cold air of the room insults the back of my neck, now uncovered by the fallen-away blanket. Bzzz Bzzz Bzzzz
Still more unconscious than conscious, I reach out. Like a circus acrobat my body goes through its routine without a look, without a thought. My muscles, my bones know the distance to reach, what amount of pressure to apply – not a thump, just a gentle tap. Bzzz Bzzzz Bz-
Then all is blissful silence.
I burrow deep into my down cocoon, sinking through space and time. The sand is warm on my cheek through the towel. The sun heats, the breeze cools. The sound of the surf lulls me anew.
This is only a respite. The piper must be paid. But I have stolen another 10 minutes from those greedy tyrants; have to, should and must. They are the best 10 minutes of the day.