Sunday, May 4, 2008

Dreams of Summer

I roll closer, and the heat of her burns my bare skin. We sizzle on the beach like hot dogs under a broiler. Voices swirl closeby, but muted, filtered through steady wind and the crash and swish of a mild Atlantic surf.

Oops. Must have fallen asleep on the couch. It's only 50 outside, foggy and drizzling. I am SOOOO ready for summer.

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