beach day

Today was a fun day at the beach. You have done many fun things at the beach: work, laundry, the dishes, and so on so forth. The sun felt great on your skin. (The sun was in the square-shaped sky, by the way.) The beach was perfectly cube-shaped. The ocean was there. There were things in there, but that's exactly what they were: just things. After a long, productive day at the beach, I think there's only one course of action left for you: to sleep. (Sleeping requires a bed, by the way. In case you forgot.) (You should really go look for a bed.)