I walked on the beach

In my days as a village belle I always dreamed of going to town some days and finding myself a husband there to settle there for good and live life town style but when my menpa left me with his final parting words, I felt my dreams of town life crashing down but it wasn't just my dreams, even I went crashing down that cliff along with my dreams. But thanks to the sorcerer who helped me with this life, now it isn't just the town, I can reach any place in a twinkling of an eye. Just yesterday I badly wanted to go to North Carolina, the place of Nicholas Sparks's romantic novels. I found myself in a house right beside the sea, it was night time, and of course now, zombies never come out during the day. The moonbeams were kissing the lashing sea waves and I found myself opening a can of beer on the porch which was dimly lit by a single bulb. The warm summer air made me breath heavily and I noticed beads of sweat on my forehead. So I strolled down towards the beach. I noticed I was walking barefoot; I liked the touch of the coarse sand rubbing on my sole as I prodded slowly. Then I felt the tingling sensation of the cold seawater touching my feet. I walked languidly, letting the whole scene seep inside me; the clouds playing hide-and –seek with the moon, the small pebbles flung on the beach joining the sand to become the beach I've always longed to walk on during my human days, wishing my love to take me to that place and hold my hands gently, his hands brushing against my body accidentally sending the shivers down my spine. I wanted him to look me in the eyes and tell me about undying love, make me feel like a princess although in my heart I would always know I'm just a plain girl-next-door type. To take me in the heaven of his embrace and love me like it was our last day on earth. A fish squirming somewhere jolted me to the beach I was strolling all alone, I took one look at the sea and saw the image of my love drifting along with the reflection of the stars, so I sat down and continued staring into the water waiting for that reflection to say all those things I always wanted to hear form his heart. Darn the cockerel, its cock-a doodle-do took me back to my grave.