Paranoia.

Even after a calm and productive day at work. After I’ve had dinner and slipped into my favorite leggings, sweater, sunglasses and Converse sneakers. Even once I’m sprawled out on my cozy afghan on the beach sand, a new book in hand with hours plugged into the parking meter.

Even when it’s a calming cool breeze, the only sound created by the waves crashing on the pier. When the sun is shining, it’s broad daylight, and there are no more than 10 people sharing the mile-long beach with me. Silence. Even when I am in an ultimately tranquil state, completely decompressed and relaxed…

… I still use my purse as a pillow because I’m scared someone is gonna steal my shit.

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