Catch and Cradle

by Katia Rose

There’s nothing steady about the ocean. It sweeps in whenever it wants and rolls and rages until it decides to leave. No matter how long I stare at the waves, I can never tell if I’m fascinated or terrified.

“I’d name a house after you.”

“Like...the term hasn’t even started, and I already feel overwhelmed. Feelings are hard. School is hard.

Not that I need an excuse to drink an iced coffee. Even winter can’t keep me away from ice-cold caffeine.