She was floating in the ocean, the nice warm ocean. The sun streamed in ribbons against her face. She opened her eyes and saw her own naked body floating in the warm turquoise sea of the Caribbean.
Her eyes closed again and she backstroked lightly through the water.
"Dana, all you need to do is open your eyes," she heard a voice say. "Please? For me?"
It was Fox, her love.
And she opened her eyes.
Tubes ran into her arm and nose. Wire connected her to machines. An oxygen tube was down her throat, making her chest rise and fall. A heart monitor beeped at a steady pulse of 75 beats a minute. She wanted to breath for herself.
Fox was crying, holding her hand and burying his face in her lap. Dana gently squeezed his fingers to let him know she was awake, she was okay.