Oh how gently I wake from my nightmarish sleep to hear you coasting at my door.
Your icy wind that blows from day to day has forced my window open, and I am met with the sweet and salty smell I once knew as a child. Inevitably or rather hypnotically you pull me towards your essence and for a moment, I am lost. I have forgotten the present and can now only think to the past.
I am twelve.
I am free.
The sand is exactly as I imagined; hot and sticky on my feet, but brings forth the comfort once long forgot. Your ocean is as cool as I remembered and quickly I succumb to your watery depths, but I have never felt more at peace.
“Did you miss me?”
There were days when I thought long and hard to return, but an unforeseen force held me back. Now, as I lay on your back with your waves occasionally tickling my chin, I know without an inch of doubt…
That I am home.
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