Aight. This is a cool one or at least I liked it.
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I sighed, leaning back into the small stone bench, the ocean breeze hitting my face. It had been years since I was above the ocean floor, my doom sealed in the tragic crash. I remember hearing that only the woman could be on the life rafts, and I was almost allowed on, until someone called me a very inappropriate name. I was pushed back onto the ship, my eyes filling with tears. As the ship slowly sunk, I smiled, hoping my love made it out, and the water-filled my lungs. I returned to reality, the notebook in my arms filled with writing. I had been writing down my feelings, venting even.  I closed it and placed it into my backpack. I took a last look at the ocean, and I folded my chair. As I walked back to my place, I could feel the sand burning my feet, and I threw down my flip-flops. As I slipped them on, I continued to walk, fidgeting with my pencil. Once I get there, I opened the back door, the one facing the ocean, and woke up.