![]() No matter how many miles she walked on the beach, she couldn’t find a way to get herself tired enough lately. Of course dreaming would require sleeping. ![]() She’d gone a whole day not thinking of him and just like that…he was back.Īt least she hadn’t dreamed of him for the last two nights. The smile faded from her face, pushing her back to the water’s edge. The crinkles on that face were more defined and held a twinkle that skipped through her heart like adrenaline. The bright blonde of his hair flashed another face into her memory. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he rolled the little girl onto his chest, lifting her into the sky, more sand flying as her laughter caused a ripple of her own. She was having a blast flinging sand into her daddy’s face. She smiled at a fat and sassy baby that wasn’t quite at the walking stage. And on the really good nights, the dreams stayed away too. She wasn’t really fit for people, but if she exhausted herself walking around the village, sometimes she could even get some sleep. People watching made her feel a little less lonely sometimes. She’d been in her own head way too much lately. Not to mention that she needed to be around people a little bit, even if they didn’t talk to her-which she preferred. The beaches out this way were public, but she preferred that walk back to the Bouchet summer house. Instead of heading back to the shops along LBI Blvd, she wanted her feet in the sand again. There was a fair amount of cars, but bicycles seemed to be the favored form of travel with the odd skater here and there. It was a tiny little bayside town that lived off the foot traffic from the rental properties that made up the majority of the Long Beach Island coast. Today’s selection was one of the best-could be the coffee flavor thing, though.īay Village was hopping as always. She was slowly making her way through their flavored soft ice cream list. It had become a daily routine to walk to the Skipper Dipper. She licked a circuit around her Espresso Roast flavored ice cream cone. Tessa lifted her face to the breeze off the ocean.
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