When asked at a writing class to write about a happy experience, I chose the following:
Blackpool Beach with Danny
I ran across the sand, barefoot. I laughed, and skipped, and jumped. I walked across sinking sand, confronting my fears with a smile on my face. I took pictures, flirted, felt good about myself. I was happy, carefree and in love. In love with Danny, but also in love with life again. It was like the sun shining after a thousand nights. It felt warm on my skin, tingling, warm inside. Happiness.
Blackpool Beach with Danny
I ran across the sand, barefoot. I laughed, and skipped, and jumped. I walked across sinking sand, confronting my fears with a smile on my face. I took pictures, flirted, felt good about myself. I was happy, carefree and in love. In love with Danny, but also in love with life again. It was like the sun shining after a thousand nights. It felt warm on my skin, tingling, warm inside. Happiness.
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