A cool breeze brought goose bumps to the surface of my skin; the warm sand under my body began to wage war against the cold. Inhaling deeply, my lungs were filled with the salty ocean air and the inviting scent of spiced rum and musk clung to the sand beside me. Turning my head and opening my eyes, they were overwhelmed by bright sunlight bouncing off the sandy beach and anything else with a reflective surface, causing me to instinctively close them. Opening them wearily this time, I shielded them from the sun with my hand. Glancing to my side I saw a pile of clothes, they were the source of the fragrant odor over powering the salty ocean air.
"Glad to see you awake, luv," a deep male voice coming from behind me said, a wave of calm and pleasure washed over me as he spoke. Turning I could only see his silhouette, he was carrying two glasses of ice and a bottle of something, I squinted trying to get a better view of the man. As he squatted down setting the glasses and the bottle in the sand between us, much to my dismay, his face remained unclear. I reached out with the hand that had been shielding my eyes from the sun to touch his blurry face. But before I could feel his skin beneath my own, his hand own hand stopped mine in its path. His hands were rough, at that moment I realized that the scent of spiced rum and musk was coming from him. I opened my mouth to speak, but feel silent as he touched one of his fingers to my lips, "Don't speak, luv."
Something scurried across my legs, looking down nothing was there just sand that spilled into the blue waters of the ocean. Looking back at the strange man, something about him had changed, he opened his mouth to speak and a loud bellowing bark escaped his throat.
My eyes flew open to see my darkened ceiling, I wondered what had happened to the island, and quickly realized that the man and the island had been mere dreams. Sighing, I glanced toward my clock to see the silhouette of my Irish Wolfhound, Asher, pacing along the floor beside my bed waiting for his invitation on to it. Quickly patting the bed, he jumped up and began to situate himself for the rest of the night, a small hissing came from the foot on my bed as my cat, Cinder, protested Asher's arrival. I ran my fingers through Asher's fur and closed my eyes, "Asher! It was good dream too."