This is weird, I know. But,
I fall asleep to the sound of waves crashing almost every night. Not because the beach is only feet from my window but because I can hear Beatrice’s sound machine. I wonder if I’ll change the sound to the woods or perhaps the rain so that I don’t feel so surf-deprived. Maybe she is also feeling a little sun burnt and sandy. Huh, I never thought of it.
Speaking of those beach noises on the recording. It’s funny how the sound of seagulls can relax me and repulse me all at the same time. I swear they’re evil. Even more evil are those dirty little kids who throw Cheetos at them or left over loaves of bread. I feel like I am on the set of a horrific movie when they swarm around, caw-caw-cawing, hovering, landing, and letting droppings fly. Evil, I tell you.
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