Island Time by Pamela Bennett

Sunshine streams through floor-to-ceiling windows in our octagon “tree house,” painting a golden sheen on twin keyboards. Outside, live oak branches circle the house, wearing long scarves of Spanish moss. Palm tree fronds dance in the wind, whispering above the soft roar of ocean waves. A few steps away, palmetto fans and prickly pear edge the path to the beach, where stranded jellyfish wriggle on the sand and seagulls squawk and squabble. Sound like the fictional setting for a novel?