Beach Living

My disintegrating RV was by the ocean, on a lot in the middle of nowhere. The beach sucked, which is the only reason I could afford it, but at least it didn’t smell. No one came here, even in the prime season. Waves and seagulls serenaded me to sleep every night. In the mornings, I watched dolphins through the rust-hole beside my bed that I’d covered with a square of nylon screen. I’d dreamed of this, but not this way. Not alone. Not hungry. Not craving chemical relief. I stumbled into the dunes to pee and watched a perfect sunset.

by /u/cmpalmer52 

From: Reddit


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