Chapitre 77: The Dream

Water. It was the sound of water hitting something that slowly brought me into consciousness. 

How in the world would there be water on a plane? Did someone forget to close the faucet properly? I thought. I suddenly sat up and looked around. 

"The fuck," I told myself. Because the scene in front of me would be impossible to happen. Given that we were on board a plane.

I was lying underneath a shade and I had to blink several times because it was highly unlikely for me to be here. 

In front of me was endless water. I could see water miles ahead. When I turned my head from left to right, I was clearly at a beach, as to which I do not know. 

I could smell the salty taste of the ocean, and the waves of the water hitting the beach was soothing to my ears. The day was not too hot, and my skin felt gritty from laying on top of a beach towel.