This is silly, I told myself.

It was silly. I smelled like a blend of coconuts and pineapples, while outside the sky was torn apart by thunder booms and great flares of lightning as sheets of rain slammed against the windows. Fortunately, nobody was in the apartment but me. I knew my roommates’ schedules by heart. Rosie had an early morning meeting. Ronald, who is in grad school, was off on a science field trip — literally, I believed, to a field.

I was supposed to take a vacation. Four days of sun, sand and surf — a steamy getaway to escape the dreary cold and damp that had been chilling me to the bone. And trust me, I needed it. My life was scheduled from the moment my alarm blasted me awake until my head hit the pillow after midnight. Sometimes, I actually dreamed I was in motion, continuing... Read More