As the sun set, a young girl walked out of her house and onto the beach. She slipped off her sandals and walked slowly through the lapping waves, the water hitting just above her ankles. In eight minutes, the sun dipped just below the horizon, leaving her world cloaked in darkness. Finally, she got to 'her spot.' It wasn't anything special, just a large group of rocks; but still, it was 'her spot.' She often sat there when she needed to think. And right now she did. Her world was falling apart; her life spiraling quickly down the toilet.
"Are you there God?" she murmured up to the sky, which was already sprinkled with stars. "It's me, Laura." She paused for a moment and chuckled to herself. I sound like that Judy Blume book! But still, she continued with what she had to say. "I love it here in Playa Linda. Don't make me go." Again, she paused, her eyes staring intently at the sky as if she was trying to will God down so that she could talk to him, face-to-face. "And I think you know what it is that'll keep me here," she said softly to herself as she began her trek back to her house.