As a teenager <br />my favorite thing <br />was floating. <br />I could float for hours. <br />If the sun was out <br />so was I. <br /> <br />I would toss on a bikini <br />and grab an air mattress <br />that looked like it could hold air <br />and I was gone <br />for hours. <br /> <br />Floating around the lake <br />I didn't have parents <br />or problems. <br />This was the most relaxing time <br />of my life, <br />my escape. <br /> <br />I could just lie back <br />and let the wind take me <br />wherever it wanted <br />while the sun kissed <br />my young skin with color. <br />''No Motors Allowed'' <br />assured my safety. <br /> <br />With a quick splash <br />cool water would refresh <br />and quench my thirsty skin <br />just to let the sun drink it up again. <br /> <br />You came to expect this of me <br />and I came to expect <br />my air mattress naps to be <br />interrupted by the sweet sound <br />of you quietly rowing your boat <br />out to see me. <br />Those watery visits led us here <br />to our life 18 years later.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-air-mattress-naps/
