Water by Kristine Nordquist

Marible woke to the sound of waves crashing onto the beach just outside. She wished she could wrap a pillow around her head and roll over, but with pillows lacking, she was stuck staring up at the grey stones of her ocean cave, listening to the wave’s crash. And crash. And crash some more.

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