Cool water surrounded me as my scratchy dry skin soaked into a  juicy peach texture. The sun continued shining down as I made my way to the raft. By the time I got there my mouth already tasted like salt water and I smiled as the raft provided and platform to jump of into the water and relax on as nearby music stretched its way across the entire beach.

I yawned as I arose from my hammock, the sun was still beaming down it must be at least 1:00. The ocean waves provided a soothing sound that managed to get me to sleep. The palm trees above my head moved in a sincronized motion and a plate of fresh watermelon was next to the white and yellow hammock. People were swimming in the heated pools and drinking anything they asked for. Paradise.

The beast rolled over to its side as I was sitting by it. My hand stroked it stomach three times and it fell asleep. People all around had come to gather to watch the lions sleep in the forest like sanctuary. Every time one of them yawned teeth as sharp as a knife were visible and little kids shrieked and yelled. The smell wasn't as nice, but the lion fur was as soft as a butter cup. I had the best job in the world.

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