I was reading an article on “writing prompts”–things writers use to get them started when facing a blank page. One of the major themes of prompts is essentially ‘what is your fantasy?’
It made me think of a common “fantasy” I have with some of my married (with kids) friends.
A girlfriend of mine and I can go on and on about the deliciousness of a weekend spent this way:
All alone, in a great hotel with a beautiful lobby and a well-stocked cocktail lounge (with comfortable, deep chairs). Think the W Hotel. Three whole days without any demands, sleeping in as long as you like on 1,000 thread-count sheets. Lounging about all day in the hotel room, with the only thing looming ahead being the spa treatments you’ve got scheduled for the afternoon. You can read, sleep, or watch whatever T.V. programs you want, nobody is with you, so nobody cares. When you are hungry, you meander down to the outdoor Italian cafe that is (conveniently) a block down the street from your hotel, and order a glass of Sauvenigon Blanc or perhaps a Syrah. Your dinner of fresh pasta tossed with sweet tomatoes and garlic arrives just as the sun is starting it’s slow descent into the ocean that is (also quite conveniently) right in front of you.
Can you tell yet that I’m enjoying writing this? Here’s more:
The next morning, after sleeping in until 10:00 and taking a long, hot bath in the huge tub, you get in your rented little convertible for a trip to the charming downtown to do a spot of shopping. Of course, your body has become, overnight, long and lithe, so that everything you try on fits wonderfully…okay, now I’m entering the realm of unbelievablity.
But, the fantasy is fun. Try your own fantasy. What would you do with a weekend and a few thousand dollars?