The Sweet Smell of Sunscreen

 

I smell sunscreen in the air. Orange creamsicle and coconut aromas waft near my nose. I’m at the adult pool in the Pines. Taking in the sights and sun. The sun, the sun is so vibrant. The clouds like cotton, but sparse enough for the sun to shine through and warm my skin. There’s no humidity and the temperature is about 80 degrees. It’s perfect, perfect, perfect.

I’m wearing a salmon colored pin up style swim suit. I feel like I’m channeling Marilyn Monroe. My golden blonde hair is loose, wild and wavy. It’s being blown about by a gentle breeze. I have SPF 15 on my Sally tat, because I don’t want her to fade. I’ll put SPF 8 all over the rest of me after a swim. Or maybe after I go down the water slide a few times. My Caribbean blue eyes are protected by sunglasses that look like Jackie O’s. Big and round, cute. They are the color of a strawberry Jolly Rancher. I wish they tasted like one. I’d eat them.

Of course I have a note pad and a pen. The color of the ink is purple. I have a copy of the book, The Stand. I read it every summer. I have my Ariel towel. Because, well, I’m a princess. Full water bottle of course. There’s not much to do today, but enjoy the beautimous day. Hey, I know it’s not a word. I make them up to suit me. I’m kinda quirky that way.

There’s about 20 people here. Laying out, reading, swimming, soaking up the sun. One woman is reading Fifty Shades of Gray. I find it funny, and I chuckle out loud. Don’t ask me why it tickles me, but it does. I then notice an old creeper dude staring at me. He’s wearing sunglasses so he thinks I can’t see him ogling me. He’s so damn obvious about it. I want to run over to him and scream in his face to stop fucking looking at me! Just fucking stop it! I take my strawberry colored sunglasses off and stare directly at him. He gets the message, and turns away. I’m not used to be stared at, and I don’t like it.

My skin is getting warm and a little pink. My summer freckles are coming out on my nose and forehead. I think it’s time for a quick dip in the pool. Wish you were here though, I could use some help with applying sunscreen to my back.

Oh, I did go down the water slide. Ten times. Because I really AM 12 years old.

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