I am happy to be home. They show me a new room. It's made of glass and faces the beach. During high tide, when the big waves come, the water eats up the shore near the room. The tide slaps against the glass walls. It's so beautiful. My eyes trace the shore line and see people on the beach. A lot of them are surfing.
I bolt from the room and look for a bathing suit to change into.
"Where are you going? We're going to have dinner!"
I ignore them, find a bathing suit, and run to the beach.
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