Last night I dreamt of love walking out of the ocean. It touched my feet and tingles shot through my body. It snaked up my bones and looked me in the eye. Those sleepy eyes.
I woke up to sand settled on my skin; lips dry, heart racing, a deep ache blossoming out of my chest and bruises springing up along my skin.
This morning I couldn't breathe. There was fear rooted deep in my core, a shameful weakness in my knees and a little voice in my head.
"You know you'll do it again."