It’s Just A Memory *Unfinished Chapter*

Sand spreads between my toes as I walk along the shore, as gentle waves roll in and off the beach.

“Hey, guys let’s stop. It’s almost time.”

I glance at the horizon and sure enough, it’s almost time for the most magical and amazing moment that I could watch over and over for hours.

“Don’t get sand in your phone case this time Micheal,” I say right as she is about to place her phone right in the middle of a pile of dry sand. Jessica lets out a small laugh at the memory of Micheal finding sand in her phone case still days after she dropped it, and thoroughly got almost all the sand out.

“Haha. You two will never let me live that down. Will you?”

“Nope,” we both say in unison as we let out a huge, bubbly, infectious laugh that Micheal couldn’t resist joining.

The three of us sit in a row on the warm sand, hugging our legs to our chests as we watch the sunset.

“I will never get sick of this,” I say, looking out into the fluffy clouds which are just beginning to be painted over by the most beautiful shades of pink, yellow, orange, and red you could ever imagine.

“Me too.” Jess and Micheal say at the same time.

They both lean their head against my shoulders, and I wrap my arms around each of them as we watch nature’s most beautiful and magnificent movie. Before long, the gorgeous array of bright colors turned into a deep blue with white speckles and spots sprinkled around everywhere, all over. I take in a deep breath of the suddenly cool beach air before closing my eyes and letting it all soak in.

I wake up in a trance, not wanting to let go of the priceless memory. I pick up my phone, only to see the message last night from my mother still there. I sigh, put it down, turn the other way, and curl up even more into my warm blanket. I allow my eyes to slowly close shut, enveloping me in my own state of conscience. Completely blocking out anything the world outside throws at me.

I sleep for about 2 more hours and wake feeling ready for the day. My phone buzzes as I receive a follow-up text from my mom.

‘I’m sorry if I made you mad or irritated, I was just thinking that it might be nice to see you again. I know your father has been wanting to see you for a while now.’