by Sherard Harrington
You are on the beach. You are on the beach. The water is fair and clear. The sand is gentle and inviting. The air is lightly salty and the breeze is nearly nonexistent.
People run by with their dogs, all smiles. The drink in your hand is fruity. Cool, not cold to the touch. You are in a beach chair. There is an umbrella. The waitstaff are attractive. You like it here. You could live forever here. You’re going to return to your afternoon nap now. The book in your lap—as good as it is—can wait.
One minute passes.
Now go back to work. Back to your all nighter.
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