The sand felt warm under my feet as I walked along the beach, my shoes dangling from my fingers and my hair still damp from the salty breeze that refused to calm down. I must’ve smiled like an i***t because even the moon looked like it was laughing down at me. The cruise had ended less than an hour ago, and yet it already felt like a fever dream—one of those nights where everything just glowed, even the air.
“That was incredible,” I said out loud to no one, the waves crashing nearby as if agreeing with me. “Snorkeling tomorrow, definitely. If I don’t do it now, I never will.”
And I meant it. Something about the ocean tonight had stirred something in me. Like I was finally waking up from a life lived on autopilot. Like I wasn’t just breathing—I was actually alive for once. Every inch of m
