Tahiti Stories

Flickering sunlight seeped around the edges of her eyelids. The rays energized a phantom drummer who had trespassed into her skull overnight. Dark percussion squalls throbbed against her temples, ebbing and flowing with every twitch of her waking body. Unmoored, she focused on motionlessness, cocooning herself in a bed more luxurious than her usual. A floral-infused breeze—frangipani, seemingly—delicately caressed her bar...