As she felt sleep finally take hold, she smiled softly and whispered, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

The familiar feel of the sun on her skin, and the deep breathe of the salty ocean air let her know that she had indeed arrived. It took a moment for her to get her bearings and then she realized that she was alone.

She had never been here alone; he had always been there with her. In her mind, it made no sense that he wouldn’t be here.

She looked around and could tell that someone had been there. His side of the towel was mussed and the sand obviously disturbed in the area that he would normally have been sitting. Had he already been there, and left?

“No. That doesn’t make sense. This is my dream. Why isn’t he here?” She closed her eyes tight and tried to concentrate on what she remembered about him, and then opened them quickly.

“Nope. That didn’t work.” She sighed, confused. Now she just wanted to wake up. Then she noticed it.

The writing scrawled in the sand.