Day 4
I awake near the coast, the tide is lapping on my feet as the swell pushes the sea onto the shoreline. A few moments of peace descends as the sun shines on my back and the wind gently drifts through the trees…
Wait a minute, didn’t this happen 3 days ago? What kind of random groundhog day am I living in. In fact where’s my Andie MacDowell in a cute knitted jumper? Where’s my alarm clock? Why the fuck am I not reliving that day I met those cute Norwegian twins! Continue Reading →