Creative Writing Homework

This isn't how I remember it. But then again everything looks different when you're above the water; it's so surreal. People are sprawled across the beach soaking up the sun. The sunbathers appear seemingly content all the while ignoring the seagulls that squawk overhead. There is even a protective mother by the water who carefully holds the hands of her toddler above his little head, and the child giggles as the water reaches his toes. It's such a beautiful day, but they shouldn't be spending it in the water.

It was sadistic of me to come here. There's no sun on my face or wind in my hair. I can see the light sparkling off the water, calm and serene, but I can't taste the saltwater on my tongue or feel its familiar sting in my lungs that would normally make me feel alive. This place is such a tease, but why can't I leave? I used to love this place before ahhhhhhh my laptops dying i'll finish typing this later