Here we go, my very first try at this. Please comment. I WANT the complaints, although the compliments are always nice, how do you get better otherwise, ne?
The soft sigh of the wind woke me from my slumber. A sigh escaped my lips. I had been dreaming something wonderful, although I couldn't remember what it was about. I could hear the wish wash of water not too far away. It made me drowsy again and I decided that reality could wait a while.
This time it was something cool brushing my toes that ripped me from the dream. I jerked my feet away, and ended up with a load of sand in my face. Wait a minute. Sand? I jerked upright and opened my eyes. I was sitting on a beach. The ocean stretched out in front of me. How did I end up here? Where is here? I looked around. And got my answer. I was stuck in the smallest island imaginable. The thing couldn't have been bigger than your average tennis court. A solitary tree stood proud near the center of the … outcropping. I refused to call this little bit of dry sand an island. All around me I could only see blue: Blue Sea, blue sky, yellow sand, and the green tree. I looked down at myself and shrieked. My clothes were complete tatters. On instinct I hid myself behind me legs and peered around, then I gave a little nervous laugh.
"There's no one around for miles, silly." I grinned nervously. Then I realized I was talking to myself. God, you really were your own worst company. Calm now, I had a closer look at myself. My shirt was a graying tank top with a light blue flower pattern. It had a big cut across my stomach and the left strap had snapped. Pulling it off, I realized most of the back was gone, instead an irreparable mess of threads hung from my shoulders. Underneath I wore a bra that had miraculously stayed pretty much intact, although the left strap was being held together by a knot. A pair of white high heels was clasped to my feet. They looked pretty high quality. I took them off, wondering if they would still be sellable. They were in remarkably good shape, although the saltwater hadn't really done the leather any good. I decided I'd have to repaint them before selling. God this was pointless. I was stuck on an Isla... Outcrop in the middle of nowhere, money didn't matter here.
I continued my inspection of my belongings. On my legs I had a pair of leggings. They were scrap. You wouldn't even be able to make bandages out of them anymore. I pulled them off and put them next to my shirt. Wasn't sure if I was gonna put that on again either. I stretched and stood up. I was now pretty much down to underclothes. The only thing still on me was a skirt made of some tough material, something blue. It had pockets on the front and back. They were empty. God the thing was really uncomfortable. Glancing around one more time I unbuckled my belt and slipped it off. Then I set it on the measly pile of rags behind me, being careful not to damage the shoes any further. Stretching the kinks out of my back, I looked at the aquamarine water. Suddenly, I was dying for a swim.