Something is floating in my infinity pool. Before I can reach out to retrieve it, it drifts beyond my grasp, threatening to plunge into the turquoise lagoon surrounding my above-water villa.
That something is a floating breakfast of summer fruits, freshly baked pastries, dumplings and fried rice and it’s getting dangerously close to the wet edge. It’s not worth waiting to find out. I leap into the pool, which is actually quite chilly on this May morning, and grab at the basket.
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