You are Lovecraft’s lover! You adore this goof of a man. Today, you had decided that you wanted to go on a beach date, to which Lovecraft agreed with no hesitation.

“1017…1018…1019…”

Lovecraft sat in the sand, his body leaned down so his eyeball was right up close to the sand. He was mumbling numbers, seeming thoroughly entertained by…counting grains of sand…

“1020…1021…”