*Shelby*
**One Week Later**
The earthy smell of the vineyard below me was stirred up with each gentle gust of the morning breeze. I clutched the book I had been reading to my chest, absorbing all of the emotions from wrapping up an absolutely phenomenal story, and France was the perfect background for that.
I picked up my teacup and took a tentative sip, quickly realizing that the tea had gone cold while I was reading. I must have been reading a lot longer than I’d realized, but for the first time in months, I felt relaxed enough to lose myself in a book.
Honestly, I wanted to do it again. I would have to take time to go down to the little village, a short walk from the vineyard, and see if I could find another book I could escape into, leaving my real life and problems behind for a while.