Sweet Summer Days

The sun's rays are beating down on the back of my legs as I work on my tan. I'm in my place. Tucked away into the corner of the yard, my place is secluded from the rest of the world. Whenever I feel stressed or upset, it is always open for a visit. Laying on my hammock, I can smell the grass beneath me, see the tree leaves swaying in the breeze above me as I wiggle my exposed toes. I'm so relaxed. My day just melts away. I could fall asleep right now, but I don't. Instead, I daydream about Grey's Anatomy as bees buzz around and kids ride bikes down the road. Nothing bad could happen here. 

Nothing bad could happen here, unless you count the attack of spiders every once in awhile, and I do. I am deathly afraid, but other than that small glitch, everything is perfect.

My dark hair is spread out like a fan beside me, already a light sun bleached. By the end of summer it will be lighted a couple of shades just because I spend so much time here laying in the sun. It's just the opposite with my olive skin, though. Every time I lay on my hammock my tan lines get darker. I know I should put on sunscreen to save myself from cancer, but I just can't help but like being tan. No one really likes being pale and pasty, me included.
So here I lay all afternoon all summer long. This is my place. Nothing can top this, nothing at all no matter how hard I try.

HW<3