If the past spoke, the present shall weep for the future

Rachel

It was warm.

It felt like the very middle of summer but the sun was setting and I could see the reddish orange light spill across the horizon on the calm sea. The sound of waves carelessly and lazily flapping over each other. My feets were bare on the sand and I could feel the silt in between my toes and that's how I knew this was all in my head.

I have been to the beach before and this was exactly how I felt the sand between my toes and I hated the feeling because of how long it would take to get them out. It was the exact scene that reminded me of ten years ago when my mother was starting to pick herself up from the ground with the help of her new boyfriend we all thought was great. He would get us loads of ice cream against my mother's will and take us to the beach where we would play till the sun set on the weekends.

That was the memory.

This ascertained that it was all in my head and for whatever reason this was happening in my head, whoever was the reason it was happenin