She does not live near the sea but feels the waves coming closer and closer, teasing to drown her in the pitch black of night when no one is around or awake to care. But this strange occurrence is one she is beginning to find comforting. The waves will always come to her at night as the sun begins to fade from behind the buildings and billboards of the city. She doesn’t have to wonder where her mind will lead when she lies down in her bed to sleep. The tides shift under her mattress as orange floral sheets deepen and darken as the ocean erupts. But somehow she finds this comforting. Normal.