The Breathing Game

II

The next morning, the youngest child awoke first to silence. The island's trademark sounds could be heard vibrantly through the suite's windows. The warm island air invaded the suite, and overcame any uncomfortable atmosphere in any crack or crevice. The sun shone through a shawl covering the window, and the big eye of the sky stared menacingly in the face of the groggy boy- straining his eyes much. The remaining three family members continued to hibernate in their beds, so the young boy decided to exit the suite to greet the smiling sky.

As Ryan awoke finally, he was met with the immediate realization of strangeness. He rose from his bed beside his sleeping wife and panned the suite. His tanned skin radiated youth and health. As the sun glared through the window, the glowing crevice cast a light upon his pearlescent eyes of deep, crystal blue, which seemed to be an uninheritable, distinct trait of his very own concoction. For he was the only one in his family with them. He summoned his middle-aged arm to his forehead to act as a visor for a moment.

"Max!" he asked.

There was no answer.

"Max where are ya?"

The atmosphere responded to him in comatose.

He yanked the bedcovers from his legs and swung around to meet his feet with the floor. His sleeping wife felt the movement of the mattress and awoke. Her brown hair appeared to camouflage with the anterior bed sheets. Her bewildered eyes landed curiously on her husband of ten years and his self-inflicted commotion. The two were only separated by a difference of two years, and it wasn't uncommon for them to be mistaken as siblings.

"Rye? Where ya going?"

"I'm going to see if I see Max outside. He may have gone to look at the water or something."

"Wait up. I'm going to come along. Sandy wake up! It's eleven thirty."

The lazy teen's eyes opened reluctantly, and her first glimpse of the still world was a hot one. It stung. The sun's beam of light rested directly on her rosy face through the window.

"Mom. Come on!"

"Sandy come on we have to go look for your brother."

Sandy arose from the comfy coffin and wiped her eyes. They set half-open, spilling upon whatever they landed on. Her brown hair was wild, and her skin clear of moisturizer and cosmetics. Her frail body seemed to rise majestically, and she seemed to wear a supercilious expression relentlessly. Her snobbish attitude could be described as a trademark of the teenage years, but Sandy just seemed to wear the persona like a narcissistic lunatic.

The family walked outside of the suite door and entered the world-the outside one. The island set serene and undisturbed in the tropical morning atmosphere. To the right of view, trees barricaded any view past the last suite door. A bird set in a tree above watching patiently for morning nourishment to past his wandering eye. The suite's all set strangely peaceful and quiet. The garment of the windows fluttered gracefully to complement the windy air thrown from the sea. The entrances set dormant and hard, their wooden patterns creating distinct address marks for each suite. The family marveled at the beauty of the resort and its surroundings.

To the left of the family's view, the sand skipped wildly on the beach floor. A small crab made a perilous voyage through aerial sediment across the gritty surface. His shell transported many shiny grains of sand, and it never had a chance to be clean of it.

To the north of the island, in the family's tunnel vision stood an apparition. In fact, there were two of them, one towering well over the other tremendously. The tall silhouette was dressed sharply, his suit christened from the collar to the hem near his feet. His shoes seemed to repel the dancing sand of the beach, as they shined regardless in the blinding, morning sun. The blonde hair of his head was streaked, clean to the back of his skull. The two figures stood facing the sea.