short story con't
She glanced at the grayish toned wall and noticed the wall hanging in the room adjacent to the clock. They made an odd square-like shape with one side indented more than the other. Maris felt the awful cold feeling that overwhelmed her once she shut the shades. She crept back over to the bed and crawled back into the sheets. Her arm stretched out and she felt another warm soft feeling beneath the sheets. This time she knew what she was touching was another person. Wondering who this person was sleeping beside her, she tried to sneak a look at what they looked like but could only make out the dark tuft of hair from under the sheets. Maris closed her eyes and concentrated on the ringing noise inside her head. Constant was the sound, and it appeared that it wasn’t going to end any time soon. What happened last night? ‘Honestly,’ Maris said to herself, ‘this is beginning to freak me out.’ She started to lie back down in the comfortable bed that seemed to caress her entire body and engulf her at the same time when she thought to herself, ‘I really wish I knew what was going on.’ It only took a few minutes for her mind to relax when the events of the night before began to seep back into her brain. It was slow at first and then as if she were in a movie, they began to flood into her.
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The slosh of the warm water hit her ankle and the warmness filled her body. The sunlight was so bright that even her sunglasses couldn’t take away the pain that the light gave her. Walking along the sandy shore, her feet sunk into the wet sand leaving imprints that would soon vanish with the next lap of water to come in. It was barely windy but from a distance Maris could see whitecaps forming on the water. The sky was such a deep azure with delicately placed gigantic puffy clouds. Maris couldn’t help herself from wanting to sit for hours and stare into them trying to find the creatures and shapes of her imagination. The water beckoned her, however, and she felt that she must respond.
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The slosh of the warm water hit her ankle and the warmness filled her body. The sunlight was so bright that even her sunglasses couldn’t take away the pain that the light gave her. Walking along the sandy shore, her feet sunk into the wet sand leaving imprints that would soon vanish with the next lap of water to come in. It was barely windy but from a distance Maris could see whitecaps forming on the water. The sky was such a deep azure with delicately placed gigantic puffy clouds. Maris couldn’t help herself from wanting to sit for hours and stare into them trying to find the creatures and shapes of her imagination. The water beckoned her, however, and she felt that she must respond.