The sun was shining. Friends of the past visited for our yearly outing at one of the local beaches where we had hot dogs and burgers in a secluded location. When night fell we made a bonfire that could be seen from space. Fireworks were lit, intermingling with the view of the stars, and a couple of us ran with sparklers in hand. Then midnight came, the witching hour. I ran too close to the ocean and a wave caught me by surprise… and then the alarm went off. I was in bed, it was only a dream of better times.
I stretched and rubbed the sleep from my eye, and recalled the dream that felt all too real. It was more like a flashback, if anything. Slowly remembering the people I saw, who have either moved away or passed on, and trying to fight the urge to close my eyes to try and chase what will never happen again.
I hate getting old.