Layer upon layer guarding my skin from the brutal cold. Who wears a snowsuit inside their home? Welcome to the fourth week of January. Snow falling, temperatures lowering and I am miserable. Miserably cold, but alive...for now. This is how I will die, as a popsicle, where no one will find me until Spring. I daydream of somewhere lovely. Where skies are vast and blue. Tropical smells rise up the senses. Possibly the smell of coconut and pineapple. Maybe even mango? Nothing to block the light from shining down on me.
I switch from drinking cups of coffee to glasses of water. I would drink tea but I am down to my last tea packet which I will save until an emergency. I want to say "tea bag" but somewhere, in my lifetime, that has become a vulgar statement. I'm baking scones in the oven, while listening to "Big Band" music on my phone. Add knitting needles and bingo night and slowly I'm becoming my grandmother.
Everyone I know will be on holiday in February. I'll be stuck pet sitting and taking care of their plants. I hope someone brings me back a coconut. Next year it will be different. I won't have to daydream, I'll be somewhere lovely. Where I'll work on a tan and dance in the sand.
