That you’re lying in a hammock, in the shade by the beach on some private island in the middle of nowhere. The salty breeze caressing your face as you sway gently. Your skin, tanned to a beautiful golden hue.
You close your eyes, enjoying the solitude. The sunlight filtering through the tree tops, dapple your skin. You don’t have a care in the world. It’s just you, a book, the sand, the sea and the sun.
You can’t help but smile because this is the most relaxed you’ve been in a really long time.