At Last

You’re lying on one of those plastic air mattresses, the kind kids have. It is too short so your toes hang over the back edge trailing in the cool blue water. You’re up on your elbows so you can see down through the water. There is a pink and black bikini lying on the bottom of the pool. You know it is a bikini since it is yours and the reason it is on the bottom, rather than floating, is because someone wrapped it around a rock before throwing it into the pool.

You are distracted by the suns warmth soaking into your body, every pore of your pale skin gulps it down, reveling in its welcoming heat. You mean to enjoy every moment of this rare, sun filled, hot day. Not even a little thing like your bikini lying on the bottom of the pool is, STOP. Ok so this is not real.

There is no pool, no air mattress and no bikini lying on the bottom, But, the sun is hot. So hot, today I couldn’t walk barefoot on my deck. The first thing I did when I got home was rip of my jeans and put on a pair of shorts. All day I have been putting ice in my drinks, wearing a sun hat and sun block. Ahhh.