Shh, listen

Snip it from latest piece..

It was a saturday night and everything felt perfect. They lied there, listening to the wave’s crash against one another, as they starred up at the stars. She saw a hermit crab scamper away out of the corner of her eye. She glanced at her watch and realized the time. The curly-haired girl slowly started to lift herself off of his chest. She sat up straight and he followed.

Keep writing in third person, or rewrite to make it first person?

Trapped.

I'm trapped.
I can't get out.
I'm all alone.
I'm suffocating.
My body is being smothered.
And breaking,
Into many, little pieces.
I'm trapped.
Someone help me,
Before it's too late.

Not my best..