Lazy days by Enya lilted through the MP4 player beside the window to Alice’s heavy bluish blanket covering her body, sipping through its microscopic pores into her drowsy ears, and into her dreams.
She was sick of England and needed a switch. Her intuition and map both agreed Lagos Nigeria was the wonderland.
Here she was, in Africa.
It’s been a long trip. In the silence of solitude now broken by the song, she listened and examined the sanity of her decisions.
In the lazy song and lazy morning of a lazy day, she and her thoughts drifted, hoping when the dots are connected after this journey, a sensible image would emerge.
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