You wander into your living room barefoot, cradling your first warm cup of coffee. The morning light streams through the window and catches the tabletop.
For a moment, it takes you straight back.
That particular pink. The one you saw inside a shell you picked up on the shore, turned it over, and couldn't put down. That soft, creamy white of sea foam settling on wet sand. That quiet flash of silver the ocean throws back at you on a clear morning.
It's all there. Right in your living room.
A few hours later you walk past and it's shifted again. Blue-grey now, the color of the sea just before the tide turns.
By evening, under lamplight, it glows a deep, warm gold. The color of a sunset you once watched from the beach and never quite forgot.
You'll never walk past this table without stopping.
And neither will anyone who steps foot in your home.
That's the exact moment your best friend stops mid-sentence, eyes wide, and gasps:
"Oh my God… where on earth did you find that?"