It is 11:53 PM on Sunday night, meaning I only have 7 minutes left of my perfect weekend. Thursday through today were spent relaxing in beautiful Cape May with my handsome boyfriend and I could not have asked for anything more.
Except maybe for an extra day. It is killing me to know that this weekend is coming to an end.
I bid adieu to lay in bed & begin reading the new novel I purchased at the Cape May bookstore--depart from my amazing weekend and carefully enter the weekday in a realm of fiction, hanging on to the surreal perfection that was my mini-vacation and avoiding any real-life drama that comes with a Monday.
After-all, can you blame me for wanting to extend this feeling when my biggest concern for the past three days was how close the tide was getting to my towel?
After-all, can you blame me for wanting to extend this feeling when my biggest concern for the past three days was how close the tide was getting to my towel?
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