The glove compartment isn’t accurately named and everybody knows it.

I dreamed that you and I went for a walk on the beach on a cold night. You wanted to swim and I didn’t, so I waited on the sand for you.

You went out too far, beyond the buoy, and the sea took you. And I waited forever but you never came back. I felt a cold dead sadness in my chest when I knew you were gone forever.

But really, I knew that’s what you wanted. The sea, and not me.

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