Why the Sea on the Tide

Mags danced.

She enjoyed the early morning, and with the music filtering out onto the balcony she enjoyed the morning ritual. She loved the sound of the city intermixed with the beats and the melody.

It was haven. It was coming home again and finding that nothing had changed at all. Though she knew that was far from the truth. The hidden truth that lay between the waking world and dreamland.

The sun was several minutes from showing its face, and Mags continued the dance, feeling the way a child does when watching their favourite cartoon early on a Saturday morning.

She ignored the chiming of her cellphone. Whoever it was could wait.