the soft and distant calls of some seagulls is what initially rouses maki. her eyelids twitch, a disgruntled noise leaving her as her senses boot up.

next, she feels the waves coming from below. she can feel each droplet of water hitting the soles of her feet, the smell of seawater filling the scene.

her hands twitch, fingers curling into the sand. she lets it slip between her fingers, able to count each grain with her heavenly restriction.

when her eyes finally peel open, she’s assaulted with a view of the sea. it’s picturesque, with calm waves crashing into the sand, a gentle breeze that she can feel on her cheek…