One Last Day, a thought experiment

I would enjoy the simple things. Smash all the junk I own that I never needed. Have tea with a stranger. Then once the moon is out and it’s dark, take a walk on the edge of the ocean.

I would fly over to Haiti and help pass out food, supplies and help people. As long as there’s time left and I don’t get killed in the streets of Port-Au-Prince, I might go fishing in the Caribbean, tan on the beach, or swim over to Cuba and enjoy a nice, flavorful cigar. What a perfect ending to a life well lived.

I would spend it on the beach with my boyfriend.