Beach
It's Tuesday; beach day. We've driven down to the beach, laughing and shoving each other the whole way here.
The hot sand burns at the soles of my feet as I come out of the dressing room, self-conscious in my bikini, rash guard, and board shorts.
I set my chair up and set my bag down, waiting for someone to go in the water with me.
As I leave with her, you stay on the shore absorbing the warm sunlight.
The water is cold; I can feel it in the wet sand. When it comes rushing in, I prepare myself, yelping when the icy waves break around my knees. I take the plunge, limbs going numb after a few seconds. My stomach burns as water pushes up around me, swirling my loose rash guard around in the current.
We make our way out until the water is at our shoulders, and there we stay, chatting and bobbing up and down in the waves.
I wish you would come in too. I want to see you swim. You like swimming; you would be powerful, you would be fearless in the ocean.
The whole group joins us, pushing their way into the tide. You stroke out, ducking under the waves. When you come up. you shake the salty water and hair out of your eyes. For a moment, you are perfect; I catch the look in your eyes, and I feel my heart pound.
I kick up hard with my legs as a tall waves breaks against the back of my head. I can see everyone go under. I can see them come up. None of them looks as natural as you.
The hot sand burns at the soles of my feet as I come out of the dressing room, self-conscious in my bikini, rash guard, and board shorts.
I set my chair up and set my bag down, waiting for someone to go in the water with me.
As I leave with her, you stay on the shore absorbing the warm sunlight.
The water is cold; I can feel it in the wet sand. When it comes rushing in, I prepare myself, yelping when the icy waves break around my knees. I take the plunge, limbs going numb after a few seconds. My stomach burns as water pushes up around me, swirling my loose rash guard around in the current.
We make our way out until the water is at our shoulders, and there we stay, chatting and bobbing up and down in the waves.
I wish you would come in too. I want to see you swim. You like swimming; you would be powerful, you would be fearless in the ocean.
The whole group joins us, pushing their way into the tide. You stroke out, ducking under the waves. When you come up. you shake the salty water and hair out of your eyes. For a moment, you are perfect; I catch the look in your eyes, and I feel my heart pound.
I kick up hard with my legs as a tall waves breaks against the back of my head. I can see everyone go under. I can see them come up. None of them looks as natural as you.