You step out onto the cool tiles of the balcony and smile at the magnificent view that greets you this morning. You sit on the cushioned chair and pull the softness of the bathrobe tighter around you, luxuriating in the plushness of the material beneath your fingers. You can smell the warm aroma of the coffee, mingling with the sweetness of the pastries that invitingly languish in their cloth lined basket. You can hear the distant shout of people starting their day and the grumbling of cars on the streets below. You pour yourself a cold glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and lift the smooth glass to your lips, enjoying the citrus tang on your tongue and the tingle to your taste buds. You reach for the warm pastries and they begin to flake enticingly on the way to your plate. You open the crisp newspaper and sigh contently as you settle in for a long, leisurely breakfast.
From where you’d rather be.