Sandy

Parrots flutter in front of her eyes while the scent of tropical soil embraces her. Like mist off a still lake, a softening rises within while a smile forms on her lips. It is the sun she craves, gently baking her skin to brown making it glisten like freshly cut mango. A sigh escapes as her eyes close. Looking up, she closes the travel guide in her broken plaster room and stares at the grey city outside her window.