I’m floating in the crystal clear water. Lazily drifting around and around with my toes dipping into the wetness. I run my fingers alongside the raft and feel the cool water cascade between them. I feel the heat of the sun and bask in its glow. I sigh, totally content in my backyard oasis. The fuzzy fabric rubs against my face and… wait, fuzzy fabric!? I slowly open my eyes, fearing the worst, yet knowing it to be true. In fact, I am not contentedly floating around without a care in the world. My oasis has sprung a leak- so I find myself floating on my couch instead. Imagining.
It’s just not the same.