The back of your hand is resting on the crisp, scented linen of a sun-warmed pillow. Your eyes are heavy with post-nap languor as you laze luxuriously in the afternoon light. The breeze stirs the vase of freesia as clean salt air wafts into the room. You could get up. But why disturb a private paradise?

the most luxurious afternoon nap ever, on a vacation where you got nothin’ but time.

notes: plush lobby luxury, silver needle tea, bespoke bouquet