I Ran Away to Mexico by Laura Labrie - HTML preview

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15. PICTURE THIS: PENTHOUSE

 

You wake up in the morning to the sound of the waves. Your walls are open—your glass-walls that push into pockets and disappear offering open-air living high above the sea. The sun is streaming in and you pull yourself out of your king-sized bed and pad across marble floors and into the kitchen. It seems like a really long way to the kitchen. You grind Mexican coffee grown in the highlands and let it work its lovely smellery while you walk out onto the deck and look down at the pool beneath you—the infinity lap-pool that is surrounded by rocky ocean tide-pools. You decide you will go for a swim after breakfast. Your coffee spurts and sputters and announces that it is ready and you pour it into a giant mug, add a little sugar and cream, and go back out onto the porch to soak in the morning rays.

A large iguana pokes his nose over the wall at you. He is probably looking for a few flowers to munch on. You welcome him to the hibiscus growing in red and yellow waves along the overhang. Frigate birds soar overhead and the sky mirrors the color of the sea.

Breakfast consists of over-easy eggs on top of a pile of rice and cherry tomatoes with a few slices of avocado stashed in for good measure. You finish your coffee, put on your swim suit and your silk wrap and flip-flops, grab your thick navy blue beach towel, and head out to your private elevator. It gently brings you down to earth and you exit and walk through flower-covered walkways to the pool. You throw your things on a wooden lounge chair and dive into the cool water. For a moment you refuse to come up, letting the water wrap its glorious morning arms around you. You hold your breath until your lungs burn, and the you explode back into the sunshine.

After a few laps to get your blood flowing, you stop and rest your arms on the side of the pool. A gentle waterfall cascades beneath them and into a trough that surrounds the pool. You gaze out into the waves and let their rhythmic sound lull you into a meditative reverie.

Life is easy. Nature is beautiful. And the deep sadness inside you seems a little less for it.