Undulant

Peace.

Quiet.

Nature.

A rented-out cabin on a bluff overlooking Lake Erie, a youth can hear the waves crashing all night. Bugs buzz and chirp in the cool air outside in the trees. The moon lights up the room in a dreamy hue. The youth cannot sleep. It's far too quiet.

He can only think about how much he would love to walk down to the beach at this late hour. Stroll along in the sand, cool and yeilding, while the waves spritz him with a light mist. She would be there, too. Walking smooth and confident over the bumpy sand like it was carpet. They would be with each other, sitting next to a fire to warm while they told each other the truth, about the real person they are, about everything they were afraid to admit to even themselves.

It would be like a movie where romance was king and the love was uncomplicated.

If only he had said something when he had the chance. He decided to just keep swimming in the disorienting waters. He dried off and walked back to his cabin. He knew what to say. Well, pretty sure he knew.