I am dozing in the warm tub,
thoughts on hold letting the gentle lap of the waves rock me into a state of
nirvana, when there is a gentle splash and the water rises to cover my chin. I
open one eye and there smiling at me is Veronica. Her hair is tied up in a
turban and from where I lie, it looks like that is all she is wearing. Hologram
or no hologram she is a sight for sore eyes.
‘I just popped in to give you the
transopser coordinates, when you are rested come up and see me.’
She fades waving.
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