Weekend At The Beach
She dreams of Friday
The work week behind her
Getting yelled at
Never getting everything done
Always being watched
The moment she clocks out
Her life changes
The beach calls with its warm Sun
The coolness of the soft breezes
And the smell of the salt water
It is so close that she feels its spray
For three days she does nothing but relax
Closing her eyes, she goes to another world
A world with no bosses and no deadlines
She just lives in every moment
And she prays that they would never end
But that will never happen
Real life knows where to find her
And it knows that she will be back on Monday
At least for the five days before the ocean calls
And the other world once again becomes reality
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