Quincy O'Snappers opened his eyes and found himself lying down on a perfectly warm and comfortable beach, the sand silvered by a low hanging moon. He looked out and saw a never-ending ocean stretching out the entire length of the horizon. Quincy then slowly turned his head to the right and, with a jolt, saw Stacy smiling at him; Quincy couldn't help but return the smile doublefold. The two looked at each other for a few more moments, and then turned their attention back towards the endless ocean that lay in front of them. In his mind, Quincy O'Snappers noted how that through most of his life, silence had been an awkward and horrible thing, something to be avoided at all costs. And yet, here on this moonlit beach, alone with the woman he loved more than anything, he found that he loved and reveled in this stillness; there simply seemed to be nothing more that needed to be said between the two.
How much time passed in this wonderful tranquility, Quincy neither knew nor cared. Eventually, however, the moon had traded places with the sun, replacing the silver glow of the landscape with a golden one. At length, Quincy broke the silence.
"You know, this is all I ever really wanted. Just you and me and a shoreline." Stacy just kept smiling for a little while longer until she responded.
"We're gonna be here for a while. I hope the weather holds." Quincy didn't need any time to think up his brilliant, horribly cliché romantic response.
"It doesn't matter. You don't need the sun to make you shine." Stacy grabbed the hand of Quincy O'Snappers, and they both once again turned their attention to the ever-changing sea before them, both completely happy for the first time.
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