My eyes open. I can see the rain spattering softly against the window. Another day of rain. I slowly get out of bed and take a quick shower. I hate the shower. It reminds me of the stormy weather that has enveloped my life.
I eat a tasteless breakfast and walk down to the beach. The sand sticks to shoes and the rain slowly falls all around me. It’s cold and windy. Thankfully, the rain isn’t falling too hard. I look out across the waves. Sometimes, I wish I could just fly away.
I walk. I look up at the dark clouds and hear the crashing of the waves. I think about her.
She’s laughing. She’s running into the water. She’s splashing me. She’s happy.
I make it back into the house and get my car keys. The drive to town takes me down windy, back roads. Each opening in the trees reveals tidal rivers. It’s beautiful.
The town is quiet. The tourists must be staying inside because of the rain. I park outside the coffee shop and head inside. My table faces the road. I like to watch the people walk by. Today though, all I see is the occasional car. I don’t mind.
My coffee slides down my throat. The waitress asks me if I need anything else. I manage a smile and tell her no.
I try going for a drive, but my mind just goes back to her.
She’s laughing. She’s running into the water. She’s splashing me. She’s happy.
I head back to the house.
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