True story

So I received another suggestion:  That I should post an anecdote/a story/a memory of my own, something I actually experienced myself.  

So today's original piece is either even more original (than my usual original pieces) or less original, depending on your mindset ... 123 words:
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Three Things I Remember of the Sea

The sea said:  “I am the sea, am the sea, the sea.”

I said:  “I know.  Besides, I smell you.”  Then, because the sea so obviously liked everything to repeat exactly thrice, I sniffed exactly two more times.

The sea said:  “Look, the sun rose.”

It wasn’t morning—no one, not even the sea, gets up that early—but, because the sea was such a breathtakingly levelheaded sea, I looked anyway, and it was true.  The sun of the soft-focus sky had edge frill petals which made it a sun rose.

The sea said:  “The tide must go out now.”

I said:  “I never did learn how to swim,” clutching at this piece of driftwood I still, after ages, hold with my hand.