where i’ll be waiting, novel excerpt

I awoke to the gentle rocking of the mornings first current. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and it reflected in the water which was thick with red and orange and pink, like spilt paint. I watched as the anchors rope tried to ground itself against the ever building waves. The waves tugged and teased the thick, twisted twine that held our tiny vessel until it was taught and then slack again and the motion began to make me ill. I at least blamed the sea, my heart was the one that was sea sick but I continued to fool myself by focusing on our rocking boat.