“Don’t you ever get lonely?” she asked it, staring into its blue eyes, waiting in the silence as if it would respond, and she sighed laying her back on the cold sand, her short hair making a cocoon around her clear face. There she waited for the sea to respond, her eyes closing slightly, drifting away with the sounds of soft crashing waves, Chelsea Mortez waited all night for the sea to answer her, even in her dreams.