Sailing away
I put the boat automatic pilot on and proceed to grab the sunscreen bottle.
Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea, close to any of the thousand Greek islands, a white silhouette breaks the waves. My old sailing boat, not too big, not too small. The sails fully extended and the wind is gentle but constant. I'm at the steering wheel and you are mixing us some drinks. I look at the horizon while you take off your dress and try to get some sun. Your white skin is too sensitive you ask me to apply some c...