

Comfortably NothingThe waves lap gently at my face on this clear, cool morning. My clothes are sandy and wet but Im far off in my own world. A seagull circles overhead, screeching its song to the new day. A joggers footsteps approach, hesitate, run.Comfortably Nothing
I do not stir as the waves cover me, and recede, like a mother forever tucking her child into bed. The sounds engulf my senses and I feel at ease with the world, at ease with myself.
More footsteps accompanied by low murmurs. They pick up my arm and I let them drop it, limp, just how we were taught in drama class. My eyelid is pried open and the first ray of sunli
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