After a few minutes Charlie leans back in her chair, her eyelids droop a bit, but don't slide closed. She half watches the beach as her breathing slows even more.

She's not asleep, but she doesn't look far from it. A lazy sort of smile flits across her face every so often as various people on the beach do something amusing, which indicates she's still paying attention.

She looks content. As if all is right with the world and maybe, just maybe, she can sit and do nothing for a while.

It sounds rather nice, really.