The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.
She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?
Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper.
Nobody loves only once.
-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!
Beauty and fear make uneasy companions