Down by the Sea (story)

Awakening from her doze, she sits up and rests pale hands in her lap, focusing again at the beach below and the rocks, slippery wet from crashing waves. Salt water mist occasionally reaches her perch, leaving the taste of salt on her lips, which she bites on contently, deep in thought. For hours and hours, she sits here, watching the sun set as she ponders her dreams and memories, watching the warmth of the sun fade into the horizon, below the water. The ocean spray dampens her hair, though she sits so high up on the edge of the cliff, the mist still floats up to touch her face and bare feet, as the waves crash down on the rocks, against the side of the cliff. The rush and sounds awaken the dozed girl, and she falls back and forth between her thoughts, receding and drawing forward like the tide. She scoots back a bit, hands pushing herself backward towards the more solid ground, brushing against patches of grass and loose dirt. Running fingers through her wet hair, she lies back, pulling her journal closer, that had been resting besides her. Out of habit, she uses a feather quill, and opens her journal to scrawl a few words. Scratches and runs her ink across the page, words of thoughts and what haunts her now.
Sun disappearing beyond the horizon, the world falls asleep, but beyond the shadow the sun still shines. With light always comes darkness, only the shadow is the dark. No shadows come without light..
Her feather brushes against her lips, and she ponders for anymore words that come to mind. The sun is steadily falling towards the ocean, and she watches as it hits the water, reflecting the ocean and clouds around it. Pink orange and purple spread across the sky, and the sun turns into merely a sliver of light, as she stares intently with half-open eyes. As the reflections and light slowly fades, she sits up and pulls herself up to her feet, slipping on sandals and picking up her journal, ink and quills. Sleepily smiles as she walks back to the house, opening the creaky screen door and turning the doorknob to enter. Takes off her sandals once again upon entering, and shuffles through the room's soft carpet, plopping down upon the soft over-stuffed couch with a exhausted smile. Almost falls asleep there, in the welcoming warmth of the fireplace, and the sound of wind rustling the trees quietly, and making music of the windchimes. She opens her eyes again at a noise from the kitchen, and smiles up at her mother's form in her sleep-blurred eyes. Her mother chuckles and shakes her head, mumbling "Sleepy head!" as she walks past, bending down to retrieve Dobby from beneath the coffee table, setting it in her daughter's arms...