Beijing, Delhi, Tokyo. My body hums to vibrations of an airplane, while standing in a bright hotel room. Canberra, Singapore, Hanoi. My body knows it’s night. The LED clock disagrees, continuing its advance.
The suitcase bounces on the bed. My ever-present companion opens easily. The zip sounds like “Honey, I’m home.” My existence fits in this bag with wheels.
Where am I this week? It doesn’t matter. This is my week to recharge. Seven days to step off the bullet ride. No clowns, no circus, not now.
My bikini hides at the bottom. Downstairs a pool beckons me to enjoy.
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