Martha Alexander | 14. 05. 2011

As the night falls and the owls and the crickets come out, Martha finds it hard to get sleep. She stares at the tiles above her head. Yet, sleep doesn't come to her.

She gets up, as per routine, abandoning her bed, completely. She puts a hoodie, over her blue, polka - dotted pajamas.

She puts her shoes on and then steps, noiselessly, out of the door.

As this bizarre time of the night, she makes her way towards the waves. She would be collecting shells, here.

As she walks towards the beach, she feels someone walking behind her. She whirls her head around.

"Sh..."

She can't see his face due to the lack of luminosity. But, she knows who it is.

"Mark."

"Sh...The ocean has ears. And, I clearly do not want to get busted,"

She lets out a soft chuckle. "Wanna sea shell hunt with me?"

"Sure,"

So, with the sea in close proximity and with in the lack of light, they manage to collect an abundant amount of sea shells (Martha's hoodie pockets full, to be precise!).