I take my sandals off, and set them aside. I stand off the cement, and let the sand seep through my toes. I close my eyes, and I can feel the warm breeze. I can feel my creamy light brown dress, with pink flowers, beat against my leg. When I open my eyes again, I look at the bright blue sky. There are no clouds around, and the sun is warm on my shoulders. All around me, I can see no trees or houses around. I can make out the laughter in the distance, where guys are playing volleyball. I see friends smiling and talking as they pass along the shore.
I smell barbecued ribs, grilled meat and sausages. The sausages have a mix of sweet honey smell in them. And when you eat them, you can feel them crunching in your mouth. It’s salty, yet not too much. When you add some spicy Mexican sauce, it makes your tongue tingle, in a satisfying way. The crunching of the lays potato chips makes my mouth water. I look around and see families gathering, smiling, and laughing.


I search to see where he is, but I can’t find him. I listen closely for his soft laughter that can be heard from three blocks away. I pay attention to the way others walk to see if I can recognize him. At the bottom of the stairs that lead to the beach are a guy and a girl. It’s obvious that they are flirting with each other and cute the way they look at each other. I smile remembering when I was like them.


It’s beautiful, the way everything is. The way the horizon splits water from the sky, makes it feel so real. It seems like so much peace, the way the plants dance with the breeze. And the waves brushing on the shore. Families. They are happy, and having fun. There are no arguments, no fights, and no disappointments. Its like being in heaven, but this is real. Its what makes it so peaceful, that it isn't a dream. I can feel the touch of reality, in all my senses.
Then I feel a caress on my shoulder, as if admiring a fragile piece. I spin around, launching myself at him. Capturing any little part of him, he is willing to release. His being is a chunk of gold. Shinny at every inch, and having such a great value. He can give me what I need, and what I want. When I have a chunk of gold, I don’t need anything else to live. To all the other people, he is nothing.
To me, he is a staircase, big and going around, like the curls on a little girl. The stairs are fancy. There are carefully carved details on the handle bars, and there are specks of gold laying on each step. When I take the first step on them, I can’t help but to smile. When I look up, there is nothing to see; not knowing what is to come. As I look down, u can see how far I've gotten, giving me hope to keep on going.










He slips his fingers between mine, and we sailed together towards the water. Its still surprises him, that I wear no rings or nail polish. We sailed towards it like a boat, approaching an island full of treasures. It was refreshing, to sprawl on top of the sand, with our feet towards the lake. To get the chance of soaking in some Vitamin D, and not have any worries. To be able to grip his hand all day, and no one to bother us. I shot him a look, and he was as happy as me, to be lying there. No matter what happens, he is there for me. All afternoon, we stick together. As long as he is with me, I am fine. Maybe I depend too much on him, and that could be the a problem, but I don’t mind. I know he wouldn't want to loose me, as much as I wouldn't want to lose him.