Escape, by Russell Conover

Zane was depressed. His job was tough, his marriage was rocky, and money was tight. To top off all that, the country was going through some turbulent times.

Closing his eyes, Zane imagined himself in his personal paradise: in a beach chair by the crashing waves, feeling the sun’s warm blanket, sipping an ice-cold drink, leaving the world’s troubles behind. If only he could be there now, but life’s busy nature prevented him from going.

With a smile, Zane opened his eyes again. He still had a lot on his plate. But his quick mental escape briefly cleared his mind.

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