I haven't been sleeping lately.
Not really.
But when I do sleep, I dream of the ocean.
I see it. I hear it. I smell it. But I never get to feel it.
Every night I get that butterflies-in-my-stomach feeling as I see the sun glistening off the ocean while I drive up a slight slope in the road in Newport, OR, craning my neck for that first glimpse of my beloved.
I usually make it to the beach. I can feel the sand in my toes. I feel the tickle of excitement making it's giddy voyage through my body from foot to forehead. But I never actually get to taste the salt on my tongue.
When I wake up it's not only in the midst of overwhelming frustration, but to the crippling reality that I am actually tangled in the flannel sheets of my queen-sized bed. In Utah.
(Sigh)
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