Resting in Paradise

As I lay in the clear blue waters, I listen to the hum of the breeze, the palm trees brushing against each other, and the bass of a salsa classic in the background. I gaze at the palm trees above me, as they cut into twilight. Small waves tickle my ears and mute the sound of glasses clinking, of the drunk laughter of those who forgot their hardships, and have stalled the search for the remedies.