... Serene ...

...Serene....

...Peaceful....


... It's nice to have the whole place to myself...

... All I need, was just the recliner chair, good light, cool breeze, storybook...

>>> And a whole stretch of imagination <<<

I didn't have to care about the time, nor what I needed to do next. I just sat there, reading that storybook. Engrossed by every detail of it, allowing my thoughts and descriptions reach far beyond to the unknown.

I didn't care less what ever was happening pass that recliner. All I cared about was what lied page after page of that book. The intensity; anxiety; blood rush.

I saw the clock. 3.30am.

Took a glass, poured it with red wine. Got back to the recliner. And continued reading, whilst taking sips of that sinful redness. With constant breeze. I was contented.

It felt so relaxing. I didn't have to care about striking any conversation with anyone, nor did I have to please anyone. It was just a time committed to myself.

I didn't need havoc or loud music, nor loud places of chatter. Not even people. At least, for that moment.

...That moment, just plain. Simple. Was my ideal moment of holiday...


And I was savouring every moment of it...