I was on vacation.
Two weeks away from hell.
It was amazing.
I would roll down my window and smell the saltiness of the sea.
The tropical breeze.
Look out and see bright colors.
The ocean.
Palm trees.
Beautiful umbrellas people stabbed in the sand.
Surfers going after the wave.
Music playing everywhere.
Nothing was better than that.
YOU ARE READING
Sunflowers
Short StoryPoetry/ short stories 🌻 *this book isn't just about one specific person, when I state the word 'You' it's probably a different person in some parts*
