Alyxandra Gepford

Wildest Dreams

M.K. laid there feeling the dampness soak through her clothes, not recalling how she ended up horizontal after just being upright, racing to beat the early crowd to the beach. She contemplated just lying there the rest of the day, maybe even taking a nap, because the water had cooled her skin while the steamy, morning sun shone down on her face. ‘Quite relaxing,’ she thought, and surely better than the chaos there was to be at the surf shop today since the sun was out for the first time in a week.