I'm gonna tell you a story.
Waking up in the late morning on the bed with small floral patterned sheets and coverlet inside a cozy room in a small house between warm sunray and chill blue sea on the mountains, she looked at her window, smelling the air of Greece.
Looking blue and white. Ready to open the shop. No need to take a bath. As usual.
Thera.
A beautiful divine island. The most beautiful one, the used-to-be-called, Kalliste.
Living on that a person who's longing to find serenity, somewhere, someday, in solitude.
Owning a cozy small home with a balcony to scrupulously enjoy the scenery of the vast sky and the wide blue sea, she enjoyed feeling chilled by the ocean air.
Tranquility.
As the sun shone at its very level, she was painting her feeling with colors on her patio at the back of her house. Suddenly came the thought : "What's for lunch?"
Hmm, she's thinking about egg foo yung, or fried chicken in lemon and honey sauce with waffles?
"Buttered Broccoli and Asparagus with Mashed Potato" her fridge answered.
She's so thankful. Abundant olive oil and peppers!
It's 3 in the afternoon, could not help herself to take her camera, walking through the neighborhood that led her to the hill, capturing the reality and waiting until the sun hid and swallowed by the sea as the stars were starting to show up.
Twilight.
At night, sipping peppermint tea from a big white mug with some preserved citrus fruits, she was sitting comfortably on a soft couch and updating her twitter from her phone:
"I run a blissful handy craft shop at my house. I do photography. I'm celibate and live in Santorini. Which beauty could I deny?".
Smooth jazz songs with sax, piano, guitar, and bass were surrounding her from her stereo in the living room, heard up to the balcony.
Diana Krall came to sing "Corcovado" from the playlist. "Quiet nights of quiet stars. Quiet chords from my guitar..."
She'd really like to grab her guitar, but too lazy to get up. She lit the match, smoking her cigar. "Cliche" she said.
The song went on...
"Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams. Quiet walks by quiet streams, and the window looking on the mountains and the sea how lovely. This is where i want to be. Here with you so close to me, until the final flicker of life's ember..."
There's no urge for another drama she thought.
People come and go then come again in remorse.
Tho the feeling might stay, why not enjoying the affair with the universe alone without any hope and sadness, she added. A soliloquy.
Tiresome.
That's not how she ended the night. The night was not yet to come for her.
She continued dilly dallying and the playlist kept playing. It's the turn for Kem.
He brought "Inside" to her ears.
"I'm gonna do the best I can. To be your ever after man. I'm living inside your love. Taking it day by day loving you this way. I'm living inside your love. After all this time, I'm giving you a love so fine..."
A careless talk, she thought. There's no such thing as "Ever After Man". Living in hell.
She just revived her sarcastic side she's been burying this long. Not intending to ruin her mood, she distracted her thought counting how many houses with the lights on, figuring out what they're doing tonight inside. Happy? Broken hearted? Disappointed? Soothed?
Teased?
She felt teased by how the universe schemed her life. Then she's really tired.
Enough with the mental trinket. As Kem finished his "Inside", she came inside her house.
Taking off all the clothes she's wearing and hit the bed, crawling inside the warm coverlet.
Calm and smiling. Her mind was healing.
The night was on and she's off.
The story is not even yet to the end when she's dreaming.
Because it's my dream, someday in Santorini.
