Sorry, do you mind? Yeah, just kind of make waves with your hand so it floats over here. Yes, perfect. Hm okay maybe a bit in a waving off motion? Yes, like that! Slowly slowly, just a tiny bit. Wonderful, got it! Thank you dear.
I grab the martini glass from its tiny inflatable mattress and take a sip. Sunglasses on to protect my eyes from the radiating spotlights in the ceiling. I smell chlorine and water. With that olive slowly dancing around my tongue and the bitter drink going down my throat I am in the Mediterranean.
Iconic, to be drifting around in someone’s head. It’s like a pool, only the water is creative juice. What is waiting on shore? I can’t say, haven’t seen it in years. Perhaps you can tell me? I mean, you’re looking inside from outside. I presume your guess is at least about as good as mine.
It’s just annoying that the sweet treats drift around here somewhere as well. With a big pool like this one they’re hard to get a hold of. What if my pool was a little smaller?
In the end it’s not the worst place to hang out. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I have to old onto those cocktail glasses for dear life in turbulent times. But during days like these, when the pool starts to sing, vibrate and sparkle in all shades of blue, I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful place.
But now I must drift off. Coagulation is kinda bad, you know? But hey, before you go, can you send that charcuterie board with the stinky cheese over here please?
Much appreciated.