I wake up and the remnants of my dream are already starting to fade. I’m up so it must not have been a very nice dream.
What time is it? There was light out that window when I first laid down for a nap. It’s dark now. I reach for my watch on the nightstand, the hands glow in the dark: 12 minutes to midnight. Oh well..
I need a drink.
The minibar has some of those tiny bottles of liquor. I reach for the vodka and orange juice and make myself a screwdriver. I don’t know if they have an icebox on this floor, I don’t remember seeing one.. fuck it! This will have to do. The sweet sting of my drink does a good job of reviving my senses so I go out on the balcony for some fresh air.
I’m on the second floor with a clear view of the pool. There’s a woman gliding from one end to the other. She’s wearing an all black, two piece swimsuit and has a marvelous figure: tall, slender.. long legs. She’s good too, relaxed, precise movement. The water must be cold at this hour. That sounds refreshing. A part of me is thinking of joining her, the rest of me is happy to enjoy the view. I find myself thinking of her goose pimple skin, how it might feel to the touch.