I sit in the warm, hot sand. The breeeze of the waves rolling in nips at my cheeks and makes them a pale pink. THe hot sun is beating down and making my whole body hot, red, and burnt. I  can feel the hurt it is causing me, yet, I feel relieved, for the hurt I am feeling is good. As I sit in the sand, I feel quite lonely. I am the only one at the beach on this nice, refreshing summer day. I begin to question were everyone else is, and slowly let the idea ponder from my mind. As I enjoy this beach, I do not miss my busy life. I do not miss the fighting, work, hurt, and other great, horrible things the world has. As I sit there and stare at the bright sea, it begins fading...what is happening? Am I dying? 

I wake up with the biggest smile on my face, but I miss my perfect, little world.