The waves rippled in the sand on the other side of the wall from the bench. There is no motion as I stare out across the light reflecting across the bay. Except the light rippling noise, all appears still and quiet. There was nothing to the left or to the right of the bench. Sitting quietly on a Sunday evening and wishing that I could be your only dream.nnWeeks had passed since the last vivid dream of Anita. It felt so real and yet felt so distant. Here I sit on this bench again and relive the thoughts. It is a bit strange this feeling within, much like the feeling on one's tongue after licking a battery. I foolishly did that as a kid. If you haven't done that, don't bother it isn't all that good. nnMonths had gone by since the first meeting with Anita. There have been friendships and feelings, but none like that exchanged between us in that brief moment of time. Memories of licking Anita to floods of pleasure much like the shining ocean crashing before me now. nnThe weather had been very warm the past week and it was about to change quickly. A typical band of thunderstorms were forecasted for this evening that would change the temperature significantly in the next few hours. I lay down on the bench and looked up at the sky and saw the stars above. A few planes circled on the way to the airport further down the coast. I closed my eyes.nnI naturally drifted off to sleep.