Chapter 20: Return to Florida
Home sweet home yet again. How civilized, and comforting. There wasn’t a better place in the entire world to be, I conceived. Coffee in my favorite mug was fetched and consumed. I prepared a salad with a light dressing and ate it by the Gulf, enjoying the blue-green waves and soft wind. Thereafter, I showered, soaping my entire body from head to toe, exceeding my usual time under the warm spray. Then a novel by one of my favorite authors was enjoyed for an hour, which was followed by numerous hours of sleep. Not once did I toss and turn. Rather, I became a log and blacked-out within the layers of my thick unconsciousness.
I breakfasted alone the next morning and learned that Marcos hadn’t texted or emailed me. Instead, I was left to wonder where he was at in
