K2. Hope never dies.

Dreams are Nick’s favorite place to float off to. Every night he would leave his window wide open just so he could hear the sound of the ocean from his house. The sound of the waves hitting shore let him know hope was still alive. Whenever Nicholas went to sleep, the only thing he dreamt of was that summer with his father, the summer they competed in the boat race. Although that was three years ago, to Nick it felt like yesterday. The model they made together of their boat always stayed positioned on the shelf above his bed. It always let him know that the hope he felt in the waves wouldn’t let him down. Dozing off, he could almost feel the wind on his face and the splashing of water touch his hands. He could feel the sun shining down on his head as they sailed off ready to win the race. Reliving the feeling of success he could just imagine the same old smile on his father’s face when they were declared the winners. The memories of that wonderful day always seemed to make him happier than he has ever been. The peaceful sound of the ocean never seemed to wake him but this time it did. Something about the sound was different than usual. It had a more crash to it, a more sense of change. Nicholas jumped out of bed and just listened for a moment. Something inside triggered him causing him to run over to the window. There he looked out to the ocean and saw it, it was a boat. Not just any other boat but the boat, the boat his father was on. It has been three years since he has seen his father’s face due to the boat being lost but there it was. There he was, alive.