When she closes her eyes she can hear the waves...

She has this reoccurring dream where she is sitting on the coastline. The cold water greets her feet, touching her big toe and retreating. The crisp night wind blows hair across her face. She brushes it away, looking for the spot where the moonlight hits the water. Finding it in the distance, she wonders if the fish can see it from underneath—if they think it is some sort of signal calling them to the surface. In the dark, someone sits down beside her. Legs stretching out next to hers. White sand caked on skin. And as she turns to speak, she wakes up. She knows the person in the dream is him, even though she cannot see his face.