A Gentle Adjustment

Awareness returned to me in a gentle rhythm, accompanied by the distant sound of rolling surf. I found myself resting gracefully in the arms of the gentleman in blue, my train trailing toward the wet sand. Sensing a delicate weight in my right arm, I slowly drew my lace-sleeved hand upward and brushed the hem of my cascading gown away from the moisture below. It settled smoothly over his sleeve. I paused, taking in the serene expanse before us.