Waves in the valley

The waves crash hard on the shore. The sound echoes across the valley. When the sound hits the small mountain behind the house it changes direction and hurries back across the valley flooding my room as it tries desperately to reach the sea.

I'm transported back to my school days. White dog barking, single bed and sleeplessness. The waves sound the same. As they crash the years fly by. Now it's a mattress on the same floor, black dog and uncertainty. The waves crash again. Comfy double bed. Red dog. I'm 34.

Words have always flooded me in this room like the sound of the waves that keep me from slumber.