I am a hammock hanging in the shade of two palm trees on Sámara Beach. A gentle breeze sways me on a perfect Costa Rican day. I should be a happy hammock. But, I am not. I am lonely, incomplete and unfulfilled without a human partner. So many stroll by on the beach. How can they not want we? Is there something wrong with me? Is something wrong them? How long must I wait? I am a lonely hammock hanging by the beach.
I am a hammock hanging in the shade of two palm trees on Sámara Beach. A gentle breeze sways me on a perfect Costa Rican day. I should be a happy hammock. But, I am not. My aching hands and feet grip the palm trees rough bark. I dread human weight collapsing into me, stretching my limbs and joints as if on a medieval torture rack. Please pass me by. Do not notice me. Do not use me. Do not hurt me. Leave me alone. Let me be just another lonely hammock hanging by the beach.
