Paris

Tonight I'm going to pretend I am in Paris, France. I'll bathe in a tub of ivory inlaid with gold. I'll sink into the fluffy bubbles that go up to my nose. Then I'll wrap up in my fluffiest robe and sip at an expensive glass of red wine. I will go out to the balcony to watch the busy street below. The Eiffel tower will glimmer in the distance as I sit and listen in a black wire chair. I will think to myself: ‘This is perfect.’ Just as it should.