May 19th, 2013 / / 1:29 a.m.
I’m huddled in bed, listening to the rhythm of the tranquil Oregon rain. My glassy eyes flicker slightly as I descend into exhaustion, my frigid body like a bone in it’s cocoon of blanket flesh. I pull my bedding tighter and rub my eyes with a sigh. I get cold easily, and the gloomy run of weather that has plagued the airspace over the Portland Metro Area as of late has only enhanced this unfortunate tendency.
As I tuck my hands in my sleeves and settle into the pillow, I pull my mind deep into the recesses of my memory, flinging myself into the warm, healing, sea off of the coast of Oahu’s lush countryside. My eyes sheath themselves in sleepy lids as I drift through the waves, swaying like an underwater forest, the radiant Hawaiian sunshine cascading its’ blissful aura into every cell of my being.
The ocean softly deposits me on the beach. Beautiful turquoise waves shatter and foam over my skin like pearl and lace edged petals on the hem of a mermaid’s wedding veil. I devour the salty air, pulling it deep into my lungs through the chronic joint in my hand, then pushing it through berry-stained summer lips into the afternoon airwaves. I hover in this daydream for awhile, just floating, and make the naive wish to stay right there forever, enveloped in beauty and adored by Mother Earth… Safe, calm, and free.
When I open my eyes, there are no palms stretching overhead, no sand on my skin, no magic in the air. I’m here again, in the dark, in three layers of clothes, with four hours of sleep and a twelve hour shift ahead of me. It’s not like I don’t pull this shit every Sunday, I always get through it. I run my fingers through my hair idly, staring at the puddle-dominated patio out my window, imagining the roar of the Pacific as the early morning rain rippled its’ shallow surface. Reality may be less than perfect, but at least I got to escape for a little while.
Just impulsively bought a fancy-ass professional curling wand.
Judge all you want, a lifetime of $225 perfect beach hair for $75 (including shipping!) is fucking worth it.
