The back of her lounge chair was adjusted at a haphazard angle. Its plaid, plastic webbing leaving pink stripes behind her thighs where she absentmindedly pulled her floral sundress above bare hips.
She sipped daintily from an iced glass of tea, generously blended with Absolut citron, a refreshing aperitif on a hot afternoon.
The Xanax she swallowed taking its sweet time, finally lifted her spirits as her lemony spirits lifted her high above her backyard – floating over her self-medicating neighborhood, peeking into other backyards where other housewives sipped their lemon tea.
The airspace over town was quickly becoming crowded.