down to the tropical sun

I fantasize about going down to a warm sunny beach. Somewhere beautiful where I could lie down on the sand and nap while my skin turns a lovely brown. I never burn, and I'm never out in the sun so this tiny vacation wouldn't mean I'd have to worry about skin cancer. And I could be alone. No expectations, no one wondering what I was doing, no one.

I would bring all of my books, just in case I wanted to re-read any of them. Suitcases and suitcases full.

( Warning, long and ultimately depressing. )