All Washed Up

By the time Abby had returned to the water, the sun has sunk below the waves and the stars had started to twinkle above, the sky a rich turqoise which paled where the sun had set and darkened to a dark indigo opposite. Dusk was always Abby's favourite time of day, but now as she was dizzy and inebriated, it was ethereal.

She stood with her paws in the water, admiring the view for the second time. She needed to do this again. She'd been missing out on so much, and it was a little disappointing she had to be this drunk to recall these lost treasures.