April 13, 2024

I walked down the stairs after a long day of laying in bed. I was talking on the phone with my brother about maybe moving. He said something about 28th street being associated with surfing. I was sitting on the sand inside of an old brick building. My mother was buried in the said with only her face peeking out as the water started rising. I felt something was wrong when she didn’t get up even after a few waves washed over her face. I quickly jumped over to dig her out and gave her a few hard pats on the back to help her cough the water out. I looked at the bar a level below us through a hole in the floor to see it was completely flooded.