Home away from home:
The sand felt cold against the palm of my hands. I watched as it fell brushing in between my fingers. The odd familiarity was the last thing I was expecting here, and yet my eyes welcomed the tears that I held onto for the past few months. Finally, I am home.

Notifications:
The sounds that used to be music to my years started to now add onto my dread. The notifications are only making me away of what is happening and how things are not in my control anymore. I could turn it all off but as she mentioned, it would just get worse.