Dawning Creations

Where I’m Found
I could feel them.
The brittle, cool waves lapping at my feet.

They lick at me like a hungry horse, lapping on a sugar cube, eager and tenacious.I don’t mind the slight stinging of the small, sharp shells at my ankles.The stinging halts my mind as I trudge on, watching the moon slide steadily behind storm clouds.

The cold caress of the water is soothing and reminds me of when I was in Coney Island, though that seems like a distant dream, missing important details. I want to step further out and let the waves lure me in deeper, and lull me into oblivion when suddenly, my pondering is stopped by an unexpected voice.I lift my head to find that you’ve been walking beside me the entire time….