Calabria
The increasingly aggressive sounds of the seagulls slowly woke me up that morning. The gentle rocking from the waves slapping the side of the boat had helped me sleep amazingly well. The smell of coffee and ocean air let me know that you were already awake for a new day with new adventures in store. I kept my eyes closed while I lazily grunted and stretched and untangled myself from the sheets. I hadn’t opened my eyes yet but I felt the sun warm my bare skin. I buried my face in the pillow and...