Pear Glace.

I feel so tired today,like what I really need now is the beach,the sand the clear blue skies,the untainted vast ocean,with the sound of waves crashing in while i lie on the colourful mat listening to Lenka or Jason Mraz or Britney Spears or Jack Johnshon or anything at all with a glass or lychee martini on my right side,a subway sandwich and a jumbo hotdog on my left together with my book,a funny chick lit book in which i can smile pretty underneath my beautiful framed shades allowing the sun to burn my skin till it stings and then closing the book for awhile to bask in the serenity of the island,shutting my eyes to pay attention to the rhythm of the beats being played at the bar harmonising with the gust of freshly scented wind telling myself that this is where i should be,where i should stay,where i should never leave.