There comes a point every winter when the cold seeps into my bones and I simply can’t get warm. I spend my days and nights bundling up, burrowing under blankets and sitting in front of the fireplace, but nothing helps.
My knuckles crack and bleed. My toes feel permanently frostbitten. I burn approximately 20,000 calories a day with all the shivering I do. I am frozen.
That’s when I start dreaming of tropical vacations. Of turquoise waters and fruity drinks. Of palm trees and bouganvilleas. Of places far, far away (and far, far warmer) than Indiana.
Right now, I’m baking in front of my fireplace. But in my mind?
Sadly, soon I’ll have to open my eyes and send my mental vacation back to the land of Wishful Thinking from whence it came. But first? I need to finish my pina colada.
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