Back from Va-Kay and fully recovered from round 2 of covid vaccine:
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A clarion call emerged from within. Clear as a bell: Come. Did she just want company, or was this dire need? Where was she, anyway?
The television screen between my eyes projected Mykonos Island: warm blue-green sea, pristine white sand, a tawny body lounging in a pink bathing suit, fruit drink clutched in one hand.
Concentrating on that vision, my gazillion cells rumbled, preparing for flight, like jet engines gathering force for liftoff.
Attaining transport’s required threshold, my body dematerialized instantly, then reconvened as it tumbled onto the beach.
She handed me a towel and we resumed our chat.