She always returned to that spot with her bottle of dreams. The ebb and flow of the sea moved with her heart as she stuck her feet deep into the wet sand. She couldn’t deny the overwhelming wonder she felt there, with the wind pouring into her lungs and the perfume of the ocean crawling up her nostrils.
The darkening clouds above reminded her of how fragile her dreams were, and the sky shouted at her, telling her to give it up.
She opened the bottle and poured her precious treasures into the sea. The sky cackled and lit up in satisfaction.
She smiled in spite of it all, as the sea carried her heart in its waves.