1:30 A.M. on the East Coast

The sea-kissed breeze wafts through
my hair, the sand adjusting to my feet
as I stroll briskly through the night
with the love of my life. We turn to
the ocean to gaze upon th shin of the
stars on the waves. We wave back, and 
look at o h moon, waning, half-full,
but full of beauty. The tide is high
as I smile at her, my right hand
interlocked with her left.

The sun rises, shining on my tired eyelids. 
They open gradually, and I groan in exhaustion.
The bed of sand wasn’t as comfortable
as I had thought when I drifted out 
of consciousness hours prior. Not that
it matters, for I had one of the
happiest nights of my life and
I didn’t want it to end anyway. 

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1:30 A.M. on the East Coast

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