I’ve been dreaming of a vacation. I’ve gazed at beach houses and found a lovely little place. Pets are allowed. The building is a light pastel like the color of seashells. The beach there is quiet, especially in springtime, and you can talk to locals at the coffee shop. Surprisingly, the rent is quite reasonable.
The only problem is that I can’t afford to take a vacation, so I’m going to see my mother.
“You can nap and I’ll cook you three meals a day,” she told me last night.
I don’t think any place on earth could offer me anything better!