Silver had fallen asleep on the beach again after she had gotten home from her classes. She had been drawing before hand and her sketchbook lay open beside her. She had been drawing Axel. She normally drew people she knew to remember what they looked like or just for a fun memory they had. The memory of this drawing was Axel asleep on her couch. She could feel the afternoon heat on her skin and hear the ocean but she stayed asleep. The tip of her pen was hanging from her mouth.