Coconut Water and the Whispering Shell

I scrambled straight up the runner on the wooden console table and locked eyes on a giant, speckled conch shell resting beside a ceramic dish! Naturally, I couldn't resist checking if the sea had snuck inside. I tiptoed across the polished wood, wrapped both arms around its glossy lip, and pressed the side of my head right against the hollow spiral. Whooosh! A deep, breezy rush echoed out, vibrating softly against my ear like an entire miniature coastline murmuring in the quiet house. I beamed, rocking gently on my heels while the phantom surf hummed through the shell.