Today I will be free

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Glowing like the sun she laid on the beach chair. Curling her hair because she had a bit of anxiety.

Trying to fry away her skin with the sun. The heat on her skin made her feel less anxiety.

The sound of the waves hitting the sand, the sound of the wind caressing her ears. That was her calm to the storm.

She can’t see without her glasses but this time she chose sunglasses over the hideous glasses she hates wearing.

Today nothing matters.

Just the wind, the sun, the sea. She laid on that beach chair and said, today I will be free.