she really loves him _______.i tell you.
knees against my chest, crouching low against the ground. taking and squeezing fistfuls of wet sand. the cold stream water numbing my bare feet. i was making a house in the sand, something small and safe for a smaller me. there was nobody around, the water, the sky and myself to keep each other the company. it was so cold. the wind tangled my hair. i was so tired and it hurt to make my hands into a fist. i laid down gently in the water, letting it surround me, lazily making snow angels in the sand, widening the water's path. and i slept for what felt like days. my body felt warmer in the warmer and my hair was safe from the wind.
i woke up and i was floating in the sand house that i had started making. i became a smaller me quicker than i had anticipated. everything was so unfinished and i was not yet ready. a house with three grainy walls. a house with no roof. but the sun was out now.
