waves.
the first sound i hear.
i'm here again.
i always am.
my fingers stroke the sand. it's white and perfect. it feels just like silk.
my eyes slowly crack open, a smile peeking at the corners of my lips, taking in the sight of the scene that feels all too familiar.
the sun is just setting - or rising - i've never known which. it casts a soft pink glow over the sand and the water.
the ocean seems to last forever- with no hint to where i could possibly be. the only sounds are the waves rolling in and out.
i reach out to the water, desperate for even the slightest touch.
i move slowly, as if i'm in a trance.
my hand drifts closer, finally resting on the smooth surface of the water.
the scene slowly fades to a dull white, the water melting into nothing.
i'm staring at my empty bedroom wall, tinted with blue from the early morning sky.
my heart sinks.
that dream again.
the same one i've had every night for at least a month.
i have never been able to touch the water. it slowly became my strongest and only desire.
i want to go back.
