The wet sand mud squishes between
your toes while walking along the sandbar.
Your mind thinks of cold, creamy ice cream
and the tangy-tart taste of lemonade
to escape from the sweltering heat.
The swoosh-swoosh motion of the waves
plays with your feet at the water's edge and
dances with little pebbles and baby shells,
causing them to tumble frantically.
The scent of sweet coconut oil
permeates your nostrils as you glance across
the people stretch of sun-baked sand,
dotted with psychedelic colors.
It is while listening to the seagulls incessantly shrill
that you suddenly wake up, only to find yourself once again
back in trigonometry class,
listening to the monotonous drone of your teacher's voice
on an icicle chilled February morning.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.