The morning sun sparkled on the waves like a thousand tiny diamonds, and Bree plopped down on the warm sand with a happy sigh. Her surfboard rested beside her, still dripping from the water. “Whew,” she giggled, brushing a bit of sand from her shorts, “that last wave almost ate me!”

A soft breeze tousled her blonde ponytail as she stretched her legs out in front of her, wiggling her toes in the sand. The warmth felt so nice she couldn’t help but smile. The sea breeze smelled like salt and sunshine — her two favorite things in the world.

For a moment, she leaned back on her hands and just looked at the ocean. The waves rolled in gently, and the sound made her eyelids feel heavy. “Maybe just a tiny nap…” she murmured, her voice as calm as the tide.

A pair of seagulls squawked nearby, startling her back upright. She laughed softly, watching them scurry along the shore like little beach guards. “Alright, alright, I’ll stay awake,” she said, grinning.

She took a deep breath, feeling completely at peace — the sand beneath her, the sky above her, and the ocean singing softly in between. Days like this, Bree thought, were the best kind of days. bree feet is big and stinky