Waves...

So. I randomly started writing in my notebook last night and here is what I came up with:

The park bench was cold and slippery with dew, the metal making her fingers cold. She couldn't remember how she had gotten to the bench, just the sound of the waves beating against the shore. Her heart started to beat in time with the water, pulsing evenly. She gazed out over the water. "Might as well enjoy the view as long as I am here." She wrapped her sweater tighter around her and watched the reflections of the stars ripple in the surf. Her bare toes sank into the sand, hoping to encounter warmth, as though the sun's heat might still be locked somewhere deep down. She focused all her willpower on the crashing waves being sucked towards the beach by an invisible tide and attempted to reach back through the haziness of her memory. There was nothing to be done though; countless attempts at wringing a sane memory from her mind had only led to a pounding ache in her temples. A cool breeze spiced with salt drifted from the beach and a faint light began to play about the edges of the ocean. "Better head back," she muttered to empty spaces around her.

Intrigued? I am, and I wrote the thing! :D