Free An Escape Abroad by Morgan Lehay

 
     
     
    All I needed was a break from everything. An escape abroad.
     
    Go to work, clean the house, back to work, back to cleaning, shopping, visit the mother, visit my sister. It was all getting too much to handle which is when I booked the flight to Greece. It was time to take control of my own life. I had been so busy I hadn’t even felt the touch of a man in seven years. It was ridiculous thinking how I’ve become someone I always said I wouldn’t: A workaholic who only thought about how to get my next promotion and never thought about what haircut I should get. I was letting go of myself too young.
     
    Sometimes a woman needs a break; she needs to leave everything behind her and take a few days off. A vacation from herself and reality. Sever the ties that link the world you know and the ideal world and just swim in the wonders of your fantasies. I was one of those women; I needed some form of escapism.
     
    I couldn’t handle the high maintenance life of a eight day a week doctor anymore. I was tired, my hands were hardened, and I was aging five years every birthday. It was time for a break. I took what little days the hospital could give me and flew straight out to Greece, a five star resort next to a nude beach. Eye candy perfection.
     
    As I entered the luxurious suite that held a bottle of champagne and a bed scattered with roses as if I was a newlywed I couldn’t help but feel the need to take full advantage of the facilities this place had to offer. It didn’t take me long to run to the phone and book myself an hour long massage with a man named Eric.
     
    I sat back onto the roses, the reminder I was alone in this beautiful place and took a sip of the champagne I’d paid for at least ten times over at this over priced facility. I was going to get every pennies worth in the next week. Massages, the beach, the dining, the people, the nightlife and whatever else came my way. I was a twenty seven year old going seventy two and this is just what I needed to turn my life around. An escape from reality.
     
    Looking around the room which I said was for a single woman I couldn’t help but notice how this hotel tried to remind me I was lonely. The rose petals, the champagne, two glasses on the table, two robes hanging on the door. As I leant left to look through the opened bathroom door at the end of the room I noticed two towels on the rack, two toothbrushes in their little packets and even two bars of soap. This was psychological abuse like never before. All I could do was sit back and enjoy the expensive champagne for two, for one.
     
    Time soon flew by and glass after glass somehow managed to empty itself down my throat, refill and repeat. Two hours had gone by and I got up. Did the room always sway? I made my way to the door and left my room not the same woman as I was when I entered. I could already feel the freedom of Greece wrap it’s warm embrace around my body and lift me up into the clouds. I was slightly drunk.
     
    The hallway was like a treadmill, I felt as if I walked on the spot and it moved for me. I was soon at the front desk where a very handsome younger man greeted me.
    “ Hello Miss White, your five o’clock is through those doors and to your left. Eric will be waiting for you.” What a lovely tanned man. I wouldn’t mind taking him through those doors. Why was I so drunk? It’s vacation, I’m allowed to lose myself in a moment of passion at some point, right?
     
    “ Thank you.” I nodded at the man maintaining my formal face, I had to try and keep up an appearance whilst I was here. Single women always get the pity, powerful women always get the respect and earlier spa appointments. I owed it to myself to be someone else whilst on this vacation of tanned, toned men.
     
    Through the doors, to my left, behind the curtain. There he was the perfect male. His tanned skin, his long toned body, his bouncy brown locks that I wanted to dig my hands into. Eric the masseuse and the