Twenty-one. It’s an age of joy, laughter, freedom and inadequacy. You either don’t drink enough or you drink too much. There’s too much business and not enough “business ;).” It’s the age where everyone’s married, has kids, is successful, just came back from Europe and felt the need to post it to the latest social site… and then there’s whatever you’re doing with your life for the day. It’s the age when you want to crawl under your blanky, hold on to the plushy of your choice, close your eyes and wake up 30, flirty and the thriv– Stop! You’re too old for that. Is it just me or have I made a U-turn into high school, where chicks have cliques and over powdered faces slice into you like ham at the deli– STOP! Open your eyes. Everything’s gone and it’s just you and the noise, but this noise is different. It’s calmer. You’re at the oasis. The place where bodies of water stretch before you, seagulls fly ahead, bikinis hug your confidence and nothing else matters. It’s the warm blanket and plushy of the universe. Lay on a towel, sit in your chair or immerse yourself in the serenity of tranquility, either way nothing else matters.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”