The Island

I wake up to the sound of waves washing up on the sands of a beach. I slowly open my eyes, uncurling one eyelid at a time. I realized I was lying on my back. As I propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes widened so much they look like the moon, or like saucer dishes. I was on an island..... But why? Everything that happened that day before came rushing back to my head like a thought-tsunami.

What happened last night was. . . Kind of unbelievable.