The Island

The warm breeze caused her long hazel hair to dance vividly through the air. Behind her, water drained away and the occasional gurgle sound broke through the rushing air around her ears. She loved that sound, for no apparent reason, but she did. Somehow, it calmed her senses.

As she listened to the water, the setting sun slowly crept into her eyes. She closed them slowly, and her mind immediately drifted off, to a place far away, that she remembered from her childhood. It was the most beautiful and peaceful island she’d ever seen, and one day, as her parents did, she’d take her own child to such a magical place.

Then, the sunlight slowly faded from her eyes again, and her conscious returned to reality. The ocean disappeared again, the sand turned to cold stone again, and only the rushing air remained. But before reopening her eyes, she realized that the breeze came from below her chin now. In her absent-minded state, she had lowered the hairdryer that was in the grasp of her left hand.