Closing his eyes, Zane imagined himself in his personal paradise: in a beach chair by the crashing waves, feeling the sun’s warm blanket, sipping an ice-cold drink, leaving the world’s troubles behind. If only he could be there now, but life’s busy nature prevented him from going.
With a smile, Zane opened his eyes again. He still had a lot on his plate. But his quick mental escape briefly cleared his mind.