A Day in the Life of Me: Age 85

I wake up to the sun shining through my window. I'm on a life-time vacation, as in the rest of my life is a vacation. I slip off my designer pajama's and put on my Lululemon track suit. I head down, to meet my trainer Alejandro for my daily yoga workout. My favourite part is the meditation, after an hour, Alejandro leaves and I head to my clean kitchen for breakfast. Breakfast as in medication, I'm taking about 20 pills a day now, every time I visit my son, who is a doctor he is always perscribing me some more meds. Silly child! After that I make my breakfast (this time the actually thing); I have a fruit bowl, and a croissant with cream cheese.
I'm not really concerned about time as I go to lounge by my pool under the sun. My skin is smothered in sunscreen; I relax and let my tired muscles to be warmed. I go back in to prepare lunch an hour later for my family. My two children, son and daughter, will be bringing their kids over, along with my brother and sister's families. My children have busy lives, son is a doctor and daughter is a famous actress. My grandchildren love me dearly and my mansion of a home. I make a big meal, and I'm filled with joy to see my house filled with my family.
My husband's picture is framed along the entrance, and as I pass it on my way to let out my family, my heart swells for my deceased husband. Being a widow is not fun, so I take prozac.
I head out for my social meetings with my bestfriend, and to do some shopping. I get my chauffer to drive me every where, fore my driving skills have become not so fathomable. After I have to head over to talk to the women about organizing the ball for this year for the club that I am a the head chair of. I return home to relax for a cup of tea with my sister, we catch up and gossip about the people around town.
She tells me that she read the newspaper article about the donation I made to the needed organization at the time. I smile, and the wrinkles around my eyes become much too visible. My sister starts to pressure me into getting botox, and to get surgery to rejuvinate my face. I shake my head, I'm happy just the way I am.
Later that night, after dinner, I head to my library to pick out a new book to read. My library has all the books I have ever owned, I have promised my grandchildren that it can be their's to read after I am gone. Thus, I tuck myself in for a night of reading, glasses on, I read two pages and then fall into a blissful slumber dreaming. I dream of past events, because I have no regrets.