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.
- The piper must be paid.
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.
Peg-o-Leg's Ramblings 
That’s it – I’m going back to bed!
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Me too!
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Some of the favorite minutes of my day are reading your posts! This one is like finding a beautiful shell lined with mother-of-pearl while strolling along Blog Beach (really love the metaphor of stealing time from the greedy tyrants–what an inspiring keeper).
And now I may have to hit the snooze button for a quick cat nap … was up way too late watching The Pack win and not being able to turn away from GLEE! (which I find aptly named)
Tra-la.
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Thanks Paula! I love the metaphor of strolling Blog Beach. Up north here, our metaphors involve trudging through Blog Snowdrifts.
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