I looked again at the brochure for the Holiday Resort as I was nudged and swayed by the taxi over the gravelled road. I saw the edited photographs of palm trees and bronze women and the words A Fabulous Retreat! in bold pink lettering. It then dawned on me that I wasn't entirely sure why I had even come. My skin looked as though it hadn't seen light for months, and my chest was not well endowed,to say the least.
"It's just around this corner," the taxi driver said, in a voice flavoured with foreign spices. I sat up, touched up my lip gloss and ruffled my hair. I was here to enjoy myself, and I would do just that.
I entered the air-conditioned reception, my black pumps clacking against the tiled floor. I inhaled deeply and saw an elaborate light fitting suspended from the ceiling. I took in all the people that were there; girls with golden skin to match their boyfriend's hair, people entering the complex from through the glass doors at the back, having drenched themselves in salt-rich water, clutching surfboards and clad in skimpy swimsuits. I heard the synthpop as it floated from imperceptible speakers, and realised I wasn't going to fit in here. I looked down at my pale green t-shirt and purple shorts, feeling far more decent than many of the people who wandered through the reception. I walked to the desk to check in.
"Good afternoon, miss, welcome to the Holiday Resort. How may we help you?" The man's voice was helpful, kind, and sprinkled with the same spices as the taxi driver's.
"I'd like a room, please." The man pressed a few of the keys on the keyboard in front of him and said,
"Room 444 is free. It has a wonderful view of the sea. Do you want this room?"
"Yes, please." I gave him my credit card to swipe, before inputing my pin number on the card reader. As the transaction went through, he gave me my key and motioned to the lifts on the right hand side of the building.
"Enjoy your stay."
"Thank you." I went into one of the lifts and pressed the button which would take me to my floor. Having reached it, I walked along the coridoors to find my room. I did so, turned my key in the lock and opened the door. A huge double bed dominated the room. There were huge windows on one side boasting panoramic views of the coastline. There were two plush chairs and a sofa by the window and a low table in their mist. There was another door at the back of the room which I presumed led to the on-suite bathroom. I dumped my bag unceremoniously on the bed and unfastened the zip in one fluid motion. I pulled out my neatly folded clothes and placed them carefully in the drawers provided. I sighed as I finished umpacking and shoved my case into the wardrobe. I flopped on the bed and closed my eyes.
Let the fabulous retreat begin! I thought, unsure of whether or not I was being sarcastic. I was asleep soon afterwards.