The other day my family went to dinner at one of my dad's best friend's house. The meal was delicious, and I had a lovely time. The conversation turned to the family's upcoming vacation after a while, and it made me want to go on a vacation. They were going to pack the next day and head off on Monday. Now I cannot stop thinking about how badly I want to go to the beach. I just want to be able to lie down on my towel and get some sun. I want to go to sleep with my hair smelling like the ocean breeze. I want to wake up to the blinding sun coming in though the window that the owners never bothered to dress with curtains. I want to hear the shrieks of the kids making sand angels, feel the cool water when the sun gets too hot, and, yes, even feel the disgusting dripping feeling of my mother spraying me with enough sunblock to cover someone three times my size. I just want to see the sun.
same here. to help I smell sunscreen and drink salt water and tan outside with my dog
ReplyDeleteoh yeah that's exactly what i do at the beach well actually drinking the salt water is pretty accurate. I always swallow a mouthful of seawater by accident
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