This has to be a dream. I have woken to a symphony of tropical birds, the sound of waves lapping the beach, my bedroom curtains twitching in the breeze. I leave my bed and pad outside, where the dawn sun warms my skin. A few yards and I am onto the beach – the white sand crumbling underfoot, tiny crabs scuttling from my approach. It may feel too good to be true but this experience is far too vivid for a dream – I am actually here. And boy, does it feel good.
In the dark is paradise.
