There are two days left of this blissful nothingness, of tapping the snooze button as my noon alarm sounds and rolling around lazily under my sheets, of joining friends for late lunches in the afternoons, of coming home at midnight after joining the family for tea time, of running errands in and around my beautiful city, of attending screenings to foreign films that I will probably never see again, of daydreaming over a romantic musical that I saw twice and will probably see a third time. . . . . .
Tonight, I wish on the brightest star in the sky that this vacation would never end.