I'm Heading to the Beach

I’m going to the beach. Life has become unbearable, and I’m leaving. I’m fleeing from this dreadful place and I’m heading to paradise. I want to see the crystal blue water and feel the soft, white sand between my toes. I want to bask in the rays of the warm sun, and cloud watch until the bright blue sky stings my eyes.
Once I get there, I run to the middle of the empty beach, stand there for a moment; taking everything in; and then I fall to the sand. I lay there with a content smile across my face. I listen to the water lap against the coast and am lulled to sleep by the sound of the ocean. Life is never bad when I am here. I am untouchable and problem less. I have found heaven on earth, and Peace and Tranquility are my best friends. I am full of sheer bliss when I’m near the water, and everyone I have loved and lost are with me in spirit and are telling me that everything is okay. I am safe. Life is not hopeless.
When I awake, I see that I am in a room full of bouquets of flowers and people with tear soaked faces, and my mother is telling me to say goodbye one last time. I turn to face the casket and look at my grandmother. Then I kiss her forehead and leave. As I walk out of the room, I realize that deep down inside I know it’s not goodbye. I will see her at the beach.