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Opening my eyes to something burning my eyes is not a good awakening. Finally when I get my bearings and looking at my surroundings sends a wave of dread through me. I'm currently looking at what appears to a beach instead of teal bed sheets and fluffy comforter. Feeling the breeze going through my hair that feels longer than I remember its length being. Though the breeze does feel nice with the sun showering all its heat at me. It gives me a brief relief from the heat. Taking a strand of my hair into my hand has me looking at a strand of an almost black colored strand. The color an almost black has a blue tint that shows brightly when the sun reflects off of it. Searching my memories this color does not align with what I remember my color of hair being. Fighting off freaking out was a work out of its self but finally finding my bearings has me looking around at my surroundings closer. Bright blue water moving back and forth before me, waves happening farther out causing the water to go further up the shore. Shells and other items along the shore also catch my attention.
Looking behind me is the edge of a tropical forest. Tall palm trees towering over the beach leaving their shadow being the only shade on the sand. Farther behind said palm trees is just more trees leaving me unable to see further into the foliage. The sound of birds are the only sound of a life form that I can hear. On the edge near the palm trees appears to be a brightly colored and weirdly shaped fruit. The sight of the fruit has me dreading on what might be the reason of me being on this beach when I clearly remember lying in a bed the following night before.
The fruit is a bright pink and shaped like a heart. The stem stands out with the fruit bearing two stems both weirdly placed. The placement of each stem makes the fruit look like it has a stick piercing through it. Comically the fruit looks like the cartoon hearts you see during Valentine's day. An arrow piercing through the heart marking it with "cupids arrow". Finally I get up from the hot sand when the scorching sun gets a little too unbearable. The sand burns my hands as I push myself up to stand up. The pain from the sand makes me feel dread because I know I shouldn't be able to feel this much if I was in a dream. The pain was the final step to me having to give in to that this isn't a dream. Plus the small hunch that I have formed from seeing the weird fruit also doesn't help my situation either.