The maths paper on the desk drifted into oblivion, leaving me in a long couch on the deck of the luxury liner "Myra." While pushing away the many beautiful and shapely girls that surrounded the couch, I saw it! The essence of luxury in the oppressive heat - an empty swimming pool.
It was round and the tiles were shimmering in the sun, blinding my eyes with the constant blaring light. The diving board on the side of the pool was not high yet the board itself looked the most expensive I have seen. The water looked so cool, so clear and was the deepest blue. Everything blurred again and there was the maths paper, clear and neat with those hated questions on algebra and theorems.
Craig Judd 32