It’s 10:30 PM. I’ve just reminded myself I haven’t showered or brushed my teeth today. There wasn’t a fancy pool to lounge around nor was there a MahiMahi dinner tonight. Therefore, there was no reason to shower or brush my teeth. After just spending 9 days in paradise, it’s time to once again face reality.
Reality does not include fancy umbrella drinks with contents of macadamia nuts, vanilla ice cream and a title with “Monkey” in it. A walk down a hallway in reality is boring, cold walls, and hardly worth staring at. White, smooth stucco with a gecko running up the side of it is a hallway in paradise. The morning air in reality is brisk and cool. The morning air in paradise is warm, comforting and soft. It sweeps your cheek like a soft kiss from Angelina Jolie’s pillow lips.
The days in paradise do not include mortgage payments or cell phone bills. There aren’t boats with glass bottoms or fancy fish to float above all day long.
The food in reality is boring and bland. Oatmeal and ham sandwiches do not exist in paradise. Instead there are feasts of fish prepared hundreds of ways. Desserts that glow and fruits that glisten as the juice runs off your face and fingers.
There are no computers in paradise, except for the occasional peep on Facebook from my Palm. This was only in between a dip in the ocean and reapplying sunscreen of course. How ironic that reality contains a Palm. Certainly it’s nothing like the fancy palm trees that freckle the landscape of every corner.
Reality doesn’t have sunsets that attract hundreds in linen clothes and sandals with cameras of all shapes and sizes, snapping photos like paparazzi in pursuit of the best shot of Britney Spears.
Before I head off to brush my teeth and go to bed, I’ll sniff my wilting lei to remind me one last time of paradise.
Longing to be back in paradise,
Rizzle
