Opening my eyes to the warm sun’s embrace, it took me a few minutes to understand what was going on. As I sat up to take a look around I realized where I was. I was on a tropical island, most probably somewhere in the south pacific, watching the sea waves as they glided to a stop on the dazzling beach where the hot beige sand lay. The water was almost green and so clear you could see right through to the bottom. Not able to believe what I was seeing, I sat there for about five minutes observing the beauty of this scene. I knew I had no idea how I had gotten stranded here but at this point I didn’t care. As I was looking around, I noticed a jungle behind me and felt curiosity take me over. I stood up, wiped the sand off me and walked towards the splendor of the misty jungle.

Entering the jungle, the sun became clouded by the massive leaves of the tall palm trees. The pieces of moist branches beneath my feet made strange crunching noises. Looking up, I suddenly gasped as a singing bird flew off a thick branch to land on another. His colors were bright and vivid, so amazing it almost hurt my eyes. His song was the voice of an angel in this eccentric paradise. I walked slowly, and in the distance observed the sun shining through the leaves and branches onto a pond. The leaves slowly cleared over my head and soon the pond lay before me. The water was dark and a mist was rising from it. Walking around to the other side of the pond, I found a tree filled with fruits. They were bright pink and resembled plums. Picking one off a tree, I laid myself down on the shore of the pond in this lagoon. Palm trees surrounded me, short soft grass-like carpet rested all around me and this fruit tasted like a soft Caribbean coconut. So, on the soft carpet of green I closed my eyes, and felt the heats lullaby put me to sleep.

The crushing of silence woke me up, and I opened my eyes thinking I’d be on the island. Unfortunately it was my 6:15 alarm clock on my desk. It is so hard for me to get up and go to school on this snowy Monday, especially after the dream I had. At least I have tonight to look forward to. Maybe tonight my dreams will allow me to sleep in the lagoon all over again. And this time not alone.

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