what she really wants
Mural, Cartagena, Colombia, April 2005
What she really wants is a giant bed, white and high off the ground, layered in mosquito netting like the dream of a wedding veil, the covers tiered like a frothy white cake. A ceiling fan to stir the air. Windows open to sound of jungle, or waves. She chooses both. It’s her fantasy.
What she really wants is a tray with fresh-squeezed juice and perfect baguette, creamy butter and tart-sweet jam. Red. Has to be red.
An infinity pool the color of the sky.
A nighttime walk through a jungle teeming with sound, but no strange biting bugs landing on her.
A waterfall to swim under. A secret cave, a hidden resting spot behind. Hot springs and bubbling lava – the lava from a distance.
She craves sleeping soundly and being awoken by tropical birds, watching the sunrise, then going back to sleep. Being lazy. Having it be okay to be lazy.
Smoothie at the pool at lunchtime, in smoothie weather. Fruity cocktails at night in icy glasses with marashino cherry stems sticking up from the pale-pink concoctions.
She craves color and silence. She craves snuggling in a big white bed. She craves rest – physical, mental, emotional. Especially emotional.
She craves the feeling of “here you are” that comes when you have enough time to look around and notice the scenery.
