I walk barefoot along the maple wooden boards at dusk.

In the distance I see the sunset along the horizon of the beach.

One thousand feet later, my toes hit the chunky tan sand.

Salty ocean air runs up my nose and knocks me to the ground.

 

Ice cold water creeps up to my thighs.

As I drown myself into the water, I hear a roar in the sky.

Thunder and lightning are all I can see.

Palm trees rustle as strong gusts of wind slam into them.

 

I march through the sandy hills picking up shells along the way.

Once I touch the maple wood, I sit at the top of the bridge and make ten wishes.

I skip down the road of hopes and dreams,

Hearing the waves crash onto the rocks.

 

A lightning bolt strikes my body

and I fall to the ground.

The sky fades into black, into nothingness.

And when I open my eyes, I see the sun.