I heard the roar of the ocean’s waves as they chased me back towards the shore and the sounds of tiny hustling crab feet scurrying across the sand.
The gulls were flapping their wings, crying out to tell the others their fish stories and the palm trees were gently swaying in the breeze.
The crunch of the sand was a delight underneath my toes and the salty air tasted like summer on my tongue.
What perfect bliss, just this beautiful day and me now perched on a blanket with a book in my hand. The only thing that could make this better, I thought to myself, is a nice long nap in the sunshine.
As the balmy breeze coaxed me to sleep, I heard a noise; at first it seemed far away, but the noise grew louder and louder. It was shrill and out of place and a feeling akin to panic came over me.
My eyes flew open to discover that it was my hateful alarm clock; it’s unwelcome explosion of noise heralding a new day and ruining my beautiful dream.