In my dreams, I travel to a safari lodge somewhere deep inside Africa. After a long day of adventures in the jungle or on the savannah (obviously not shooting anything!) where I was almost eaten by a lion, I chill out dressed in silk and chiffon, reclining on a chaise longue with a bottle of white wine and a gorgeous man. The dinner is being sent up to our room which opens onto a terrace where candles flicker in the gathering darkness. A fragrance of musk, of spice, of rain forest flowers. A deliciously cool breeze on bare skin after a hot day. The soundscape of Africa.
I am rich, I am beautiful, I am being taken care of. I have not a care in the world.
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