She’s on vacation at Pangkor Lau Resort
She had a swim this morning in the tepid waters of the private island. The weather is warm and balmy, the smell of a fresh virgin pina colada floating in the air. She’s laying on a four poster, king size bed with crisp white sheets.
Her tanned body, still enriched by the oils of the massage she enjoyed after lunch, is sprawled on the white puff of soft bedding.
Her hair is loose, it looks like flowing water, soft and glossy on the pillow.
The sound of children’s laughter is distant like the waves on the shore. She has never been more care-free as she soundly sleeps, in peace.