Options

The black halter dress clings to me like plastic wrap on a bowl.I feel a trickle of moisture run down the back of my neck.
I'm alone.
For about the hundreth time I long for air conditioning.
I mentally go through my options.

A long,cool shower.
Lie on the cold room floor.
Plant myself in front of a fan.
Lay naked,unmoving on the bed,while a ceiling fan breeze sweeps over me.
Before any of these I want,need a cold drink.
There's just enough Rum and Pina Colada mix for one.
Perfect.
Throwing everything in the blender,I **** on a sliver of ice while watching it swirl round and round.
Done.
Lifting the blender off its base,intending to fill a glass.
"SHIT"!
The bottom was not on tight and my frothy concoction now lies on the counter.
I slide a fingertip through it.
"Mmmm."

I mentally go through my options.


Reaching for a straw..........

gotta love that dress!